Illusions |
Illusions In the sunset thought,My eyes drip tears.As I yawn for downersThe sober sky starts to clear. Under the vaguest light, Vanquished by the darkest legionCrushing the pastFor...
Posted by kublai on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 10:25:00 PST |
another untitled (tequila sunrise revised) |
Sharpest world in vision from the shine upon usFeminine triceps in white lightThe morning is shifting the clouds today& A slash of light across the blackAcross my eyes and my pathAbsolute confidenc...
Posted by kublai on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 10:21:00 PST |
silencer |
SilencerPlucking vinyl notesLike feathers for a dreamRiddles of the fallenForsaken by the sting And the spark of static shockElectrocuting the sight of golden eyesAnd of trumpet warningA unique...
Posted by kublai on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 09:22:00 PST |
the needle cloud |
The Needle Cloudthe needle cloudvoice of the whirlonely rocksbeneath my callaced feetmy woundblackberry bruisesolid and disregardingcold water quenching thirstgrinding eyessaltwater slitsall because o...
Posted by kublai on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 09:19:00 PST |
shrapnel in an eye... |
shrapnel in an eye.For whatever reasonLife requests lifeTo conceit and conformTo an upper leveland i bought the floor tickets And for whatever reason,Life sees life take a punch for it...And we are at...
Posted by kublai on Sat, 06 May 2006 07:06:00 PST |
a short poem called.... |
wounds and imaginary lines The wings of creatures were cut in two slitsSuch as the floating and dance of butterflies That skip across the weather's walkOver the dead battleground after combat ha...
Posted by kublai on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 08:06:00 PST |
The Tequila Sunrise |
The dark rainbow of dawn wakens...To stain the mirror in my eyes...Like nature has its hidden treasures...Is such as feminine triceps in white light.While outside the lovely light of morning shifts wi...
Posted by kublai on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 11:03:00 PST |
Three Coins |
three coins don't shine
on an empty starlit morning
two chairs, and where we sat
by the coast of whistles and splash
is now thunderous; grey; morning and boring
intentions were made
the glass ...
Posted by kublai on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 08:57:00 PST |
The path of dirt and color |
THE PATH OF DIRT AND COLORI was a child when hurdles rushed fast like lines of untouched dopeGospel times seemed so surreallike a Margritte in the hallthat beckons new thoughts from time to timein the...
Posted by kublai on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 01:16:00 PST |
im stuck |
ciggarettes are a trap, so is winter when youre out in the cold. i cant seem to fight through this block a writer plateaus at...writers block!!! fed up with life...but in love with tall grass and sun...
Posted by kublai on Wed, 23 Nov 2005 07:35:00 PST |
