rejected leather, together |
sloth junoir on a telephone wire
our tea leaves are burning
the waters expired
the ashes are falling
our steel into dust
fill up for the locals
empty,
...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 19:34:00 GMT |
beautiful in only scarlet reflection |
i loved you through the scotch haze
little pretty thing
in the cast light of our molding
your bearing mother over scolding
our damaged leather, its singing to us
shes still discreet
but wants to meet
...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 19:27:00 GMT |
space and willows |
dear futurist counter parties
intell honest truth
ha! i felt the heated template through the sugared tunnel touch
i've drank the fevered drink
i've though to over think
and ever so
though even though
...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 19:21:00 GMT |
she and her and his or him |
dont bleach the stain
let imperfection remain
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 10:50:00 GMT |
gilberts chronicle |
my polon and bee feet scented lilac left its white dust on the ends of my fingers, when the wind knocked my lips he tasted of singing and freedom, the weeds of the seas danced and it surfaced to the s...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 10:49:00 GMT |
the firefly cascade |
a whif of wine and we'll be fine
skipping stones with melted time
and textured feathers cover the breaks
only if our heaven takes
i'll mend your wrist with sugar tape
the turns were teasing your velve...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 12:29:00 GMT |
and so i portal |
when no one prizes, when everything taken in must hawk out
dear holder- ill hate you- i promise i will
i'm not cohen- im no genius- im no brilliancy
though holds tue
the fine line between maestro and...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 12:34:00 GMT |
if sunshine |
the laughable parade of everything
drew geometric
oh, standing gorgeous posture
she didn't close the clasp
yet
everything is still rose colored
cotton candy dreams and pepple music
shes a poison
a fis...
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 10:48:00 GMT |
sugar dust |
she sings like clean puncuation
he smokes like a beautiful stain
he always lets the water run and she smells like cold apples
he taught her to roll spearmint leaves like ciggarettes
she taught him not...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 15:15:00 GMT |
