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Enter a masochistWoman for moreLeft in the perpetualEmptiness that is Lost in waves of desireFalsified in duskHaze surroundsThe remains of sheTaunted and teased No soundThere is no soundSound is now...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 19:58:00 GMT |
Ascension of the Fashioned |
Here lies a grrrl
Enclosed within an open hole
While wearing leopard printed earrings
And swearing tomorrow will be
High-rise spaces filled with
Elegant guitar rifts
Sweeping over and over
Dus...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 01:02:00 GMT |
Seismic Shift |
Its piercing
That singular moment of realization
In which the hurting heart dances
That moment
When everything inside
Shifts three spaces to the right
Even though
The left is favored
&n...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 04:50:00 GMT |
Driving Still |
I read Rilke
and stare at the window
watching cars converse with concrete
still in theory
but we are always moving
driving ourselves into frenzy
I wonder when simpler times
stood outside...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 10:00:00 GMT |
Ode To Insomnia |
most nights
I watch the cards
stack up
matching numbers to numbers
most nights
sleep eludes me
I am aware of the constant
the ones I admire
most days
I am lost
I used to be
now I...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 09:57:00 GMT |
The Good On Paper Grrrl |
good on paper
the good on paper grrrl
knocking at your cyber door
begging for a real life connection
she's artistic and fun
a poet to paint the sunset
and musician to dance in waves
of this is me then...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 09:48:00 GMT |
Dancing In The Embers |
on the back of a white receipt
I write
clutching rainbows
akin to my skin
tight
as an exposed white waves
hello to the world
pulsing
I saw a thousand women
dancing on the edge of chaos
last ni...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 09:30:00 GMT |
Bumper Sticker |
I was once mesmerized by a bumper stickerit just stared at meas I drove down I-5taunting with its patriotic colors and pointed wordsSOMETIMES WAR IS THE ONLY ANSWERIts not like it was the first time...
Posted by on Sat, 29 May 2004 13:04:00 GMT |
Walls |
they well up inside
these tiny floods
causing an eye explosion
of remorse
this is me
tightened
walls have been built
to withstand the force
of doubt
a pain of assumption
sandbags surro...
Posted by on Fri, 21 May 2004 18:46:00 GMT |
She Asks Me |
she wants me to be
open
as the canyons
lining my backyard
how can I tell her
open
is to the sky
as I am to the earth
my voice is thrown
landing on unsteady ground
I have grazed the gra...
Posted by on Fri, 21 May 2004 17:06:00 GMT |
