Woodworm |
I am your property.Negate my senses.Bubble up hate.Overblown pretences.When times drive hard,We replay the past.Knowing this half-lifeComing in last.Monotone manOverpowers our voiceAlways acknowledged...
Posted by Corey on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 09:29:00 PST |
Contentment |
As the day gets tuned in,The early morning crackle relaxes into a solemn stuttering.The hillside, cut vertically with a jagged knifeSlowly drips its life force away.Time passes.The thrill of what is t...
Posted by Corey on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 09:21:00 PST |
Reunion |
Every two years we congregate,In a church til tea, then segregate.They echo enthusiastically.It makes no sense to me.Every ten minutes we separate,Race our relations to recuperate.Reminded of the thin...
Posted by Corey on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:04:00 PST |
Place your bets now please. |
CrippledvegasneonfilledargonStenchsingsongbirdeffectthelonge
rThelongerthebassboomjoggingnewYorkcitychiclosingtunnelalldr
inks50pLightshelvinghugegulpsofwhiskyFivepercentdisinteresto
ntopofthebigwinThebi...
Posted by Corey on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:03:00 PST |
S.A.D. |
Shakily written, hardly smitten.My clumsy hands traveled a perfect winter.Words of escape belch unnoticed until;My scarred lips censor your expectations.Flaking brickforgetting.Mirrored eyes ,glass, b...
Posted by Corey on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:02:00 PST |
Stay |
Stay until you finish the book, then come back to uscause we all know our town takes care of its own.This predatory disturbing resonance brings redundancy.Overpriced crass styling, ever smiling.Trashy...
Posted by Corey on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:03:00 PST |
Dark |
Insular inland thought filled vehicle,Powered by steam, inside machine.Part time lives,Nothing thrives,Except the dreams of lands more green.The midwife from the ocean gestures,Id like to keep my prom...
Posted by Corey on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:01:00 PST |
Love |
We will both die aloneIf the bridges are not extinguished.Costs nothing to begin,Even less to finish.You give me more than everything,Except the one thing I long for.Nitrogen rose with all its brittle...
Posted by Corey on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:46:00 PST |
First Love |
Sometimes they ask.I shall never answer.When I tell my feelings,Their eyes dilate.This pen makes me dull.Fat, crude scars on snowfall.Silence in the morning.I look across this city,And plan your windi...
Posted by Corey on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Wednesday |
This is my new death,Five weeks till my discovery, I have a test of my own;That ends with solitude triumphant.Five hours till touchdown. Grilled ungainly in my frozen sight. Traveling over land until ...
Posted by Corey on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:45:00 PST |
