His name is Micah |
I can not know my lover until we have painted each other saffron and indigo and let our hair drop to our kneesIf you are truly peaceful , you will slap me and laugh, saying, "why do you hide yourself ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 18:50:00 GMT |
Pawnshop |
Do not tell me secrets until I can separate the taste of your cum from 2000 others. Do not make any declarations of love until the final quarter when my skin is thin and worn . No rose is too beautifu...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 18:35:00 GMT |
waiting for you in the trenches |
There has always been A FIGHT. "Our kind" has always fought "their kind". We have pimped mother earth as the cheapest whore, and now what will comfort us? Whose arms will shield us? I still see beau...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 12:12:00 GMT |
The first night |
In the beginning we sit in silence. We let the music echo against the widow pane until the glass shatters and all our blood is spilled. When there is nothing left we have no choice but to sing. I ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 12:16:00 GMT |
(Iowa) Amish carriages, tortellini, curly hair, black eyes. |
Warning, public ranting ahead! I'm in Fairfield Iowa! I met a boy who, of course, has very curly hair. He sings in French, Arabi...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:18:00 GMT |
Bees |
The nectar has grown bitter The honey bees are dieing Maybe if we varnish all the flowers they'll come back
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:07:00 GMT |
Goodbyes |
Goodbyes My dearest friends have flown away I am left here in the wreckage of their beauty, pregnant with inspiration The landscape is crusted in landmines Outside is the freezing desert...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:05:00 GMT |
Dirty hair gritty skin, Candlelit goodbye, insecurities and heartbreak |
You are beautifully radical you are filthy and loud his body bends to my body's curves his body bends to my body's curves We hold hands around the dusty red table, giving thanks Th...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:04:00 GMT |
Perfect morning |
It's cloudy outside My breath smells like pipe tobacco There's paint under our fingernails We haven't spoken all morning but last night I woke up, thighs wet from dreaming of you. I woke up insi...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:03:00 GMT |
Global warming (poem) |
A flood is coming to sooth out thirsty skins. The glaciers are melting from the heat of our greed. The shores will disappear and the shores will reappear We keep fighting and fucking we ke...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:02:00 GMT |
