akwardness |
TALKING 10-25-04The silence in my heart is cavernouswhen you are on the other side,I am broken wideand hide in my clumsy words,that hang like a lead curtainbetween our uncertain distance...I talk, tal...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 09:50:00 GMT |
innocence |
11-5-04In your tree housebroken hearts turned to goldgrew wingsand never got old...In your tree house,the wind blew a magic songto comfort the lonelyto say you belong...in your tree housea little girl...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 09:42:00 GMT |
poem |
A Eulogy of Dust 5-8-04 You rub and ruband rubagainst my souluntil it liquifiesthen driesliquifies then dries.My tearsare pitiful pilesgathering on my lapel,still warmstill damp with life...Like a gre...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 09:38:00 GMT |
snakes |
you are so beautiful
my heart is broken
i cannot speak
my voice
autumn leaves blowing.
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
music and whatever |
If there is an infinite embryonic sac
that holds this expanding universe intact
will it burst, birthing
radiating orbs of screaming new gods,
uterine beings, whose seeings
forgoe the abyss of a last a...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 15:40:00 GMT |
my cat |
my cat stimpy,curls his arm around my thigh,and sleeps...the sleep of an animal sure,of being loved....He hugs me and sleeps deeply,totally, totally with me,I will never find anythingagain,like this,u...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:43:00 GMT |
severely drunk- found poem |
Tuesday 11-2 ? 07it will not stop,the creaking,beneath the breath,the death,of all sequences,that you think,you have figured out,your numbers,cannot qualify, quantify,the day you die...Find a threorem...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 21:55:00 GMT |
p o e t r y |
Ode to a Memory....She feels like she's sinking,alone with the past,and thinking, about thefuture, butthe future is in shadows,and her souls trauma,crowds out the flicker of freedom,the want is not ne...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:14:00 GMT |
damage |
she is a cellwithin a cell,a dot-forgotten,a fat space inhabited,by a ghost,her host,a man who torturedwomen,"NO MORE ABOUT THAT!!!!"just say,just say,somethingsomething,some-one-can-hear,so near,all ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 20:31:00 GMT |
nothing-freestyle-bored |
ok-so0k-soi seem to have nothing to saybut my heart aches to be toldto be youngand not oldernot in some draweror in some folder,dusty memories of meas a child-writing my firstbook of poemsabout war-th...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 18:13:00 GMT |
