request unknown... |
contortions unfold
sifting through the gold
come hither and
stalk the crow
watching murderers row...
the safest distance
keeping the cause constant
seeing the smoke rise and fall
feast upon th...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 22:15:00 GMT |
not today |
its like that last cigarette of the night
like the last hour of your dying day
it doesn't exactly make sense,
but it just feels about right.
Like the last line of a poem
is it really the end?
...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:37:00 GMT |
Grandfather Clock |
Grandfather clock.....let me see through your 12 eyes.constantly talkingconstantly screamingconstantly silent.grandfather clock......let me see through your 12 eyes.i need a glimpse of silencei need t...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 22:48:00 GMT |
The Blue Windex Bottle.... |
7 steps out from seclusion.walking into the absent public eye.alone and a piece of art on the wallfrom the glass outward.the shine conceals day in and out.my glass shineswith every imperfection "winde...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 23:12:00 GMT |
Ordinary Day |
2 feet away from each side...she takes a tissue...the fan is blowing on me from the front.he scratches his head in confusion,I can sympathize with him somewhat."Jesus, won't you fucking whistle"whispe...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 20:19:00 GMT |
Walking Shoes |
the rust stares back at mejust like beforeit doesn't seem to bother me much anymorea crack here, and a chip there.gradually increasing in numbersand of coarse in size.once again,it doesn't seem to bot...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 20:00:00 GMT |
Threshold |
only so many footsteps can pass throughbefore the door gets closed.the cleanest feetleave the dirtiest prints to clean.making the floor shinecan be quite a taskand can only be done so often.the shine ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 04:28:00 GMT |
Almost Picture Perfect |
being cropped in the picturealmost feels like home.cast in black and white,im looking for a color to call my own.the face of extinction bears this maskso tell me the answersbefore I even have to ask.e...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
Monday, Wednesday, Friday |
this old job of mine....putting in more work than requiredno praise in return.becoming a slave for a reward.it comes so heavyand every so often.the unsuspecting label,sounds innocent at time's pass.th...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 14:57:00 GMT |
A Game of Chess |
Begging for a line to be drawnWaiting patiently, playing the pawn.Redemption is lurkingThe scrutiny seems to be working.Taken off the board with no remorse,I guess these thoughts need to be reinforced...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 00:44:00 GMT |
