decomposing into colour |
strange blood& how we came into it,these corpses of our enamored lips.& the sparkthat would be thrillingturned inside the palms of our eyes...across some sunken ship,whose depthis more than most can f... Posted by blackbird on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:44:00 PST |
speaking like old films |
lets make clown eyesat each otherbeneath tent-bedsmade of steam.i'll send smoke signalsto you aboutall the lost forest creaturesi named after youin a dream.we'll listen to pear bailey,make wind of the... Posted by blackbird on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 04:10:00 PST |
poem |
i tried to write a poemthat didn't have the words"heart" or "love" in itbut i fucked it upin the first & only stanza... Posted by blackbird on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 07:38:00 PST |
like drowning |
this was not god,it was a look.& how romanceis more often about losing,than about it's practical application.keep your companionsin your pocketwhere the fuzz is.it'll keep pink fiery hellsfrom coming ... Posted by blackbird on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:45:00 PST |
the staff of moses (fictitious sex poem for 10k poetry) |
a significant dermal expansion.is that what they call it?something that could turnthe st. louis cathedralinto a masturbating pellicanor the staff of mosesthat turned the oceaninto cementtrapping badly... Posted by blackbird on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 01:40:00 PST |
my greenish woman ate an apple |
the apple grewwhere the snake knewthat it would.then he passed it aroundwith the clever intentionof encircling the worldwith posh circuit-board highwaysthat reminded himof himself.only involving more ... Posted by blackbird on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 03:00:00 PST |
made proper wet |
darling starling:this wreck of a storm came in& made proper wetof it all.it was perfect somehow.then it ghostedout of our fair city,reminding me of you.that's the way it goeswhen the air moves one way... Posted by blackbird on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 09:22:00 PST |
over memory lake |
as i sip firethrough the crackswhere soft eyesmake dreamsout of your only weather,i'm reminded of the purple heatherthat i gnashed between my teethlike purple heatherwhen we met.it's the slow fingers ... Posted by blackbird on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 03:28:00 PST |
afternoon touching |
& as many hours the beauties of traveled sleep,secret passageways opening into misplaced paradises, i came here to meet you.to say hello, & to learn what happens when you saythe word "love" &a... Posted by blackbird on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 04:15:00 PST |
my bluish words |
the sky seems to scatterthrough my nerves& nap about meunsleeping,while you,& the heart that you are,bleed out all these tiny trinketsunder my skin.i'd costume the air for youif it would bring forgive... Posted by blackbird on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 03:20:00 PST |