in sanity we rot |
zombie three piece suitspinstriped and sewn italianthe eyes roll up dead as a mink coatstumble- drugundeath we risefrom rancid mattresses as our kithclaw out of coffins and wormy soilwe wear disease, ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:49:00 GMT |
coping |
before us liesfields of ripe hamburgers,groves of other people’s medicine,the hard-earned tears of reptilesstored like treasure between your gums and cheeks.look up and take inwhat splendid gall...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 14:36:00 GMT |
coping |
before us liesfields of ripe hamburgers,groves of other people’s medicine,the hard-earned tears of reptilesstored like treasure between your gums and cheeks.look up and take inwhat splendid gall...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 14:35:00 GMT |
response to a mass murderer |
the little cafealmost withered beneath the parking lot glare of flourescent and a vigilanthealth inspector.its walls reeked of staleespresso beans and the peculiarfunk of french philosophy.the cashier...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 16:38:00 GMT |
obsession gone inverted |
you drag me through the dirt of graveswith the freckles of your face,they form a constellation of nordic lips,a slender boy’s chin and some mythic beast of sophocles.you could have meif anytime ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 21:36:00 GMT |
scarlet and jezebel |
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here’s one for all the secrets
kept long after they’ve expired,
for every stolen kiss and
measured tone
that mark our triumphs
with de...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 11:05:00 GMT |
thizz thoughts in verse |
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fragile like half-broken vases
we still hold
the thing which was created
just to be held by us
the sensual lids of an endless slumber...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:54:00 GMT |
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figured that would get someone's attention. if you want to read some of my older stuff you can check out my old livejournal at zukunst.livejournal.com
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Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:48:00 GMT |
we are the wilderness |
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halfgrown in the test tube homes
of collapsing vines
and overgrown science projects
fingers seared into dangling leaves
of meat and sleep
i use to brush your eyelids shut
at evening time
lettin...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 08:51:00 GMT |
oh catholic guilt |
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teardrops glaze our albums
of vitrue and their weavers
like the coldest shine
of something sacred
i savor god's razors of remorse
his angels trickling kisses down my neck
and draping temptation...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 03:20:00 GMT |
