i felt the need |
If you cut me open,laid bare my ribs,pumping blood thickas oil beneath the skin,Find ten fingersten toesten minutes until it implodeswaitingfor you to acknowledge me. I am biology.Evolution o...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 17:45:00 GMT |
it's good |
this is fast becoming one of my favorite songs ever.My Mother the MountainMy lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple
All through her black hair
And her ladies-in-waitin...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 20:58:00 GMT |
sad steve |
I would just like to waste another moment of your time to blog something highly useful to myself and my wonderful friend kathleen, who introduced me to sad steve. no. sad steve is no some depressed gu...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 12:49:00 GMT |
why yes, i know i'm a basket case. |
In WakingMorning air crispthe heater coughs and splutterswakes its tired joints, iron hingesstretchingto warm the wooden floorboardsbeneath quiltsand springsand peopleThey strike like ice against my t...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:30:00 GMT |
ha. haha. |
I love the rip
of a banana peel.
The audible inaudibleness,
its tongue whispering
behind my neck.
Its erotic
like eating an apple
by tearing into its waxen flesh,
skin freckl...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:24:00 GMT |
It's like touch and go. I never do any work |
I am an expert at closing doors.
The heavy weight pressing
firm against fingertips,
and gently ease it into submission.
You must be coy.
Learn its ins and outs
so you dont open it t...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:22:00 GMT |
