Circus Act |
I i wanted you to be a little gay - a tight top, blue jeans and heels and legs,short dark hair and religious eyes. i wanted the part you forgot to ever mention, brunettes and pretty gi...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 21:42:00 GMT |
Mine Coney Island |
there are days when we miss 86, the bigmetal doors,the brick steps, the latch slide key-holes:crack on every other corner in brooklynand as a matter of course i miss my father in 86,methadone ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 20:40:00 GMT |
The Astonishing Life of Clouds |
He called it a cloud cemetery though his description brought to mind a junkyard or an ethereal museum. He explained that after a lifetime of being airborne they all made their way there. Some by choic...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 14:16:00 GMT |
Arrhythmia |
Pain like cotton candycan melt away leaving only its memoryacross a bitter tonguewhile music plays, while mosthardly even notice over the music, over the lights through the thickness of this carnival ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
Love Letter for a Librarian |
I want you to teach me the Dewey Decimal System repeatedly until I finally understand or until you lose your patience and slap me. I want to watch you bound( books in plastic) while I run my ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
Cooking Instructions |
I would prefer Rosemary over Thyme.If I had a say in how you chose to cook me, I'd suggest some olive oil and the juice of one or twosqueezed lemons.A baking dish (large) and an oven set to about thre...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 16:49:00 GMT |
Miniature |
I remember the morning you woke up crying because you had shrunk and were about to fall off the edge of your pillow. You had this look on your face that made me laugh as I carried you in my palm from ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 19:52:00 GMT |
1929 - |
You pushed your hips into mine -while bodies fell passively through the sky. The curtains were drawn over you heart -as I entered you quietly, like a thief.You reached for me violently, my loving mons...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
Two Twins |
They named her courage -and him fear.She spoke eloquently about understanding. While he - struck out often in anger.Until one day when he stood with his brothers cheeringwhile she -solemnly stood in p...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 17:43:00 GMT |
Discussion |
I want to talk to you today about love.Love you say? Yes. "Love." Though not in that way. Let's imagine you are a coroner and you love your work while I, well, I am -just another body, cold and c...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 22:32:00 GMT |
