how nice would that be? |
i wish i was in bali or thailand with you right now, sweating a bit, the fan on, a ghekko on the wall and watching you get up to open the windows
how nice would that be
almost a full moon
just e...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:05:00 GMT |
abandoned banjos |
abandoned banjos weeping effortlessly under a stacatto moon
silent waves of stillness shining upon their broken skins
dancing winds giving them whispered kisses telling them to hold on
still thoughts...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 15:51:00 GMT |
wishes for your spirit |
i hope the sun is rising in perfect harmony with your sweet soul.
I hope your basket is full of fruit and grain and your boot step guides the rythm of your emotion. May the rain wash all uncerta...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 20:01:00 GMT |
insomnia |
musealive: time is my enemy right now, it lets me know that I am awake again, trying to find comfort in my memory, but were those words really said and that joke really played, was it your song or was...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:56:00 GMT |
4/5/07 |
Paces shifting friday, shattering spaces, crashing boughs and splintering thoughts. Languishing intuition leaving empty and spilling driplets on floors, slipping elseways and whispere...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 08:12:00 GMT |
wind |
windy and wild
sweeps the leaves and dust
from the streets
through the summer
to the rain.
grit in my eyes
and teeth
shining
nicotine
and left over chicken
into noisy st kilda
where noses drip
and sn...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 05:43:00 GMT |
blurting |
broken old guitar, still hanging onto its strings, need to find wire cutters. Epicurian,(dictionaries are ok hey?) voyeur of shape and form, nice visions, shadow dancers on canvas blinds.
Incens...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 05:01:00 GMT |
