Saturday, February 28, 2009
damn the bastards, unwitting and sly toe tipping with lissome grace across the midnight pirouette painted pale, cold and kind like the inside of a lemon. i watched october in the midwest settle into her skin and it reminded of the blue ridge mountains when i was a child. amber and warm as if there was enough sunshine there in to carry us through the winter. then i realized all my life i had been a man, inside i never changed only wiser and more distant then i had been in my previous attempts at reentry into the life of some thing so beautiful. i am standing on the shore divorced between the sand and ocean i want to be drug in by her. i must synthesize golden threads and deceive the muses that shift and shear an arbitrary quilt of a fate. it is my own, i say. i will love her. but today, damn the chemicals. damn the cell. damn the bastards, unwitting and sly, toe tipping with lissome grace across a midnight sky. their silhouettes paint me pale, cold, and kind like the inside of a lemon.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
midnight's rolled into a single cell. chalk white smoke that tastes like roses bled through the note I wrote right to peter and paul near a golden gate in midwest gale. ravens circle wide in the glow of a setting sun. exhaling extacy with the air that drains a freckled face's smile to a saddened sigh. says every time, you know you have to change. was an old man and his sea capsized over replacing pictures in a revolving game. (seven excuses. remembering the stripes on my shoulder don't ever match my face. i just stare at the gray turns black and white that dissipates into a lonely chair occupied in empty space. calculus bloomed into vines and slouching doves. fended off with a ghost named, ,passing by. the city stays quiet when im crying. the city stays quiet when im crying. polluted light pools in holes, keeps me up at night.
does one propose to the inauspicious consumption of light and dark as if to swoon a lissome smile upon a disgruntled face? it is the ever sleepless void that swallows you in the dusk of reason--the ethereal divide between ecstasy and desolation. i am to fall into the blue and black evening sky. wish me a brilliant combustion. flicker.fade.
oh but for a minuet let it shine on me. sunshine. smile.
does one propose to the inauspicious consumption of light and dark as if to swoon a lissome smile upon a disgruntled face? it is the ever sleepless void that swallows you in the dusk of reason--the ethereal divide between ecstasy and desolation. i am to fall into the blue and black evening sky. wish me a brilliant combustion. flicker.fade.
oh but for a minuet let it shine on me. sunshine. smile.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
i am turning into one of my characters.
para
no
i
d
ea
about
anything. keep it.
that is why you watch.
like a good.
f
you are not.
see, sea, saw, whisper wind on me.
kay smiled. i did not know her. but she was near the ocean. if you consider highly
polluted
and caustic
bodies of water on the eastern seaboard something desireable to swim/make your home in.
people think i am a freak. i guess that is ok. i dont know them, or owe them anything. i am loosing touch with myself anymore. shift the streets. phased by the glow. pretty little pictures you keep close. keep your umbrella closed. but i have nothing to repel the poison rain in a tourist town. say you love me and thats all i need. maybe i'll be free.
para
no
i
d
ea
about
anything. keep it.
that is why you watch.
like a good.
f
you are not.
see, sea, saw, whisper wind on me.
kay smiled. i did not know her. but she was near the ocean. if you consider highly
polluted
and caustic
bodies of water on the eastern seaboard something desireable to swim/make your home in.
people think i am a freak. i guess that is ok. i dont know them, or owe them anything. i am loosing touch with myself anymore. shift the streets. phased by the glow. pretty little pictures you keep close. keep your umbrella closed. but i have nothing to repel the poison rain in a tourist town. say you love me and thats all i need. maybe i'll be free.
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