yellow |
waiting for the sound of hooves
against concrete
and wings against air.
a dash, a dot
of shared want.
my forced will never travelled well
the sick dust he kicked up
never landed on these toes
i blew i...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:39:00 GMT |
question |
how am i not myself?
the question stings my lips
quietens my head
brings new voices to the glass
im breathing new all-fire glances
waiting for an answer
i'll say i'm ready for disappointment
been...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 14:30:00 GMT |
a little bit red |
my cries sound like dead letters sent
i try to make face
but
this girls a joker, a joke
heart-fleshed
and hollowed with cares
im past all that telling of tongue
wash my muddy drunken mouth
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 15:12:00 GMT |
white |
you ve pushed off my page
burnt away from my eye
ignored me like you would a beggar
with a small nod
and a pocket full of coins
im falling backwards
again
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 05:37:00 GMT |
