My Blog
Chicago |
it breathes, so subtle, in steep fountains of milk-maiden tragedy, in burroughs, and covets, your alleyways all green with minkseed, engulfed in concrete, and stolid pinetops strewn in virtues of natu...
Posted by Shannon on Tue, 22 May 2007 04:32:00 PST |
no one's listening |
so much brutality in your forgotten poetry, just like the whole world over, weeping at it's own futility, breakfast treats and a grandma grin, all naked and worthless, swimming in my very own original...
Posted by Shannon on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 10:33:00 PST |
to us |
it's light as air, beneath your tongue, twist it upwards, roll it out, scathing pretense reflects, my emblazened eyes, and giant flying locusts, suuuuue-prise suuuuue-prise, it's p-e-r-f-e-c-t, your d...
Posted by Shannon on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 06:45:00 PST |
alive |
it's vague inside the pretense, of another faded year, got locked inside your omnipotence, where sorrow's gate was laced with decadence, and broken promise, and lucid luster, hold your gaze, one momen...
Posted by Shannon on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 03:50:00 PST |
nowhere to go |
take a liver, take a card, make a mark, it won't go far, you sure are braver, in your suicide bars, do me a favor, take your face off, turn your cheek, shake out your pockets, i got nothing you need, ...
Posted by Shannon on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 08:00:00 PST |
fiscal graves |
i said i feel for you, darlin, deeper than your stoic apprehension, you got something in you, breeding, seeking, speaking toxic infection, hold that purple gaze so translucent in your stomach meadows,...
Posted by Shannon on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 02:12:00 PST |
hunger |
she's a strange one in her midnight glare, got gods and drugs and love to spare, and it was late August when you left her standing there, and we all gripped hands and stepped aside, let...
Posted by Shannon on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:35:00 PST |
you |
her ghostly decadence is written all over my face, so appealing, such depravity and waste, fuck 'em all and fuck the world, all the while it's fucking you, and your haunting irrele...
Posted by Shannon on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 04:52:00 PST |
what nothing really is |
so locked up in space forgiving, and twisted views on wasted potential, get caught up in hollow worlds, with drinks and thinks and thanks and ranks, and fakes and fakes and fakes, it's why you're...
Posted by Shannon on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 06:49:00 PST |
taking fall |
you fade, faster than tulips at dusk, my mind's racing, your face resting just above the cusp, ask me some more questions, let's talk til it's all talked away, nights all tucked in your wilted su...
Posted by Shannon on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 05:04:00 PST |
