lost in the box of my bottle |
i feel safe.
un tired
i love you, your pace is right
you ate the ghetto goulash
i ate your joy.
sucked my heart, kicked my ass
came like a cow, smoked the pack.
.end of story....
Posted by Tasha Klein on Wed, 28 May 2008 01:12:00 PST |
When The Night Pulls Up The Moon |
and your vomit forms flowers
and you feel the blood
snapping your brain
and
you want to throw a glass
against the wall
but you throw a kiss instead
cause you are sick of picking...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 05:12:00 PST |
I Never Wake With Sleep In My Eyes |
Dreams are just that.. Dreams:
in this one, I walk
through your head:
a meadow
honeyed with pollen.
I turn to kiss your
mouth and escape the
anchor
only to drift.
my eye...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 08:06:00 PST |
333 |
no plate of clouds
remember her star crossed hair tightly closed but shiny plain sheets asked where with a sequenced hand where? bare sun bashing in her lanquid sleep reversible cereal powder pill ...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 05:49:00 PST |
what I really want to discuss.. |
is the way daylight dips into this wine why you don't smile deep snow and fear.
Posted by Tasha Klein on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 01:43:00 PST |
for zsuzsa rakovszky |
but hey, it is
National Margarita Day
cheers!
***
When finding 15slippery minutesepiglottis in mp3(slimy ear)
You swallow. a pancreas
quiet line of butterfly
This acid cold nose slurpee
then aboutF...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:45:00 PST |
Nina Opens a Bottle of Cold Duck |
she wishes he would open his eyesthe garden is dead, a white blinkin the dream stream. his poseis the heart of a song she heardlong ago. lithium. fog. she gentlytouches the screen, her hand feelssinuo...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 09:08:00 PST |
Dog Without A Bone |
Invalid script: select * from myspace_image2 where = 1 order by rankMySQL Error: 0022 (You have an error in your SQL throat; check the manual that corresponds to your MySQL server version for the righ...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 01:33:00 PST |
Treason, Rats & |
drupe eyes. tapping fingers. my scalp: a drumroll. anuisance. ohyou fucker, we smile. grab a glass. lose modesty weare together
I bite your nuts.
your to...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 11:27:00 PST |
Fluff |
after we took the photo, just trying tocapture the mist, I laid downin the snow, your mouth tasted likeblackberry, your eyes didn't scare mewith their loudness
heh. you painted them with yourskin till...
Posted by Tasha Klein on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 03:26:00 PST |
