Down at the crossroads |
Down at the
crossroads, where an old corner
to the lord of the
winds became an abode
growing out of the
gold of the green galore,
you will find out
about the dying of da...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Dec 2009 08:19:00 GMT |
The five senses |
Limitation.
I learned this word with its meaning
when I found out my viewpoint
was narrower than the sky.
Contradiction.
I once got tangled up in its weavings
when I realized a truth untold
is...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Dec 2009 08:16:00 GMT |
Through too many days of the easy summer |
Through too many days of the easy summer
my spirit has wandered across
the winding ways of a wooden counter,
all my demons perched along the amber sinews
leading to the rotten tomb of regrets
cle...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 14:49:00 GMT |
I have seen the rats of New York |
I have seen the rats of New York
fumbling for bits in the dark,
their tails tight aerials
transmitting the outrageous primacy of life
from the dankest dungeon
where spirit drowns in
repentance...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 13:52:00 GMT |
On all lands named after saints and new names |
On all lands named after saints and new names born far away from their wombs, the evil of men melts down into a charming translation always enchanting the tongue of the dumb hearts blinded by the puls...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
Time, brother to the pain of all loves gone |
Time, brother to the pain of all loves gone, father to my shame of all lies told. Your light splinters into millions of blasts moving forward from the past, fast, roaming through the shade till ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 00:42:00 GMT |
In the yolk of existence |
In the yolk of existence the germs of self-destruction softly drill their way through the hardness of everyday consumption slipping away too heavily while draining the soul out smoothly, far too slowl...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 22:45:00 GMT |
WTC |
When empires were falling down on the road inside was crumbling down all the world, deep in the stone cold hearts of those staring frozen by fiery clouds dumbed by the uselessness of words reeling num...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 06:56:00 GMT |
Notes from under Bleecker St. |
.. --> @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } Fathers who slay their children, lovers who keep their love hidden longing for it to get warm, while aware it's j...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 06:23:00 GMT |
To X |
Out on the illogical streetsbattered by the soul-cleaving windI had to go, in retreatfrom the awe desolating my heartand a nature all immersed in the dark.But as from stark black earthlife inexplicabl...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:09:00 GMT |
