Battery Low--Goodbye--out of gasoline hungry in the rain. |
I was therethat night-when your shelter wasblistered & invaded;I swept the floor,spoke calmly,in my arms you waited;I said everything Icould think ofto make you smileand dry your tears,another dayanot...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 14:14:00 GMT |
Charlie Your |
"Charlie Your"Beautyis likethe sun--with all of itsperfectwarmth &intensityI can notlook directlyinto its beingwithoutblindingmy soulso Iam leftwith onlyglances stolefromthe cornerof myI.-------------...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Dec 2009 06:54:00 GMT |
Charlie |
sheonly wants too bring me-back from deathwhen i amwilling & able toogive her everythingshe willtell you she loves youif your dying ofher diseaseandleave youscreaming shatteredwhen she'sdone curing yo...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:02:00 GMT |
I, Charlie, (r a tipping point (and too the rest of) |
I, (Charlie?,)Reallyseriouslyjustwanttofuckingdierightnow.Ihone
stlyhavenothinglefttogive;fuckallofyou;takewhateveryoucanfin
d;it's nottheftI'm giving it to you,becauseIamtoofuckingtiredofwakingupeveryf...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Dec 2009 05:06:00 GMT |
Charlie, I... |
(Parsifil--the foolish hero.)--I am a reflection of <<beauty, juxtaposed in every breathe--for that-& this momentin time Ican notbreathe andwords will not escapemy lipsI am too busyperching cig...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Dec 2009 00:29:00 GMT |
Dear Jesse Rubens, |
......................Its a damn shame sobriety hasn't altered your absolute &
complete self-absorbed narcissism, because you can half
write well, (just now I imagining these words through Jesse f...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Oct 2009 02:02:00 GMT |
In the morning, when we rise. (personal correspondance) |
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Fine black meat seep creep into morning
sleep
Not spinning like ethyl-Dionysian
morning
where twist & shout leave waking
breathless & painful
but numb vibration of sku...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:10:00 GMT |
Heroin (Hey Joe) |
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My desk smells like rat piss rat shit
wrapped encrust
around the steel sewing machine hidden
beneath this heavy
wood surface. One drawer is real &
the other is fake,
a...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Sep 2009 14:03:00 GMT |
Orange County Blues I |
Everyone in this fucking town looks like an undercover cop --something about the way they dress, & where are all the yeggs? The climates right. ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 17:13:00 GMT |
"DhaRma angEl --(312)" |
Dharma Angel - Bringer of good- -Harvest-Sunshine-smiles--Flew 200 miles to break bread & even then sore wings & tired eyes shecaresses with all the love & fuck ofperfect dr...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 14:05:00 GMT |
