Chop |
Three earths emerged from the sea.Waves and clatters, loud shouts Rang out.In the dustI stood upon a mountain of withered apple coresAs the waters came this way to destroy.In wrath,In the road,One ear...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 08:59:00 GMT |
Hands, Ground. |
Ballad for a kestrel-sown dayFor mice in the courtyard, eyes outWhile cloud spills bury the preyThat shouts and splutters under clawHands find the paneled floor coldI would confess everything nowTo fa...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 23:48:00 GMT |
Transgress / Subjective / Initials |
I talked into a cold windowThat was too broad and reaffirmingTo question the prevaricatingWords that escaped my cracked lips.Between the brick buildings andThe cement and the mapped grass,Innocence, i...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
an explanation |
And violence? Go ye shepherds, tell the tall boy with the engorged tongue to stop that swooning and swelling to the music with his honey while carnage lashes off his dick and grease drops in ejaculati...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 01:57:00 GMT |
Cardboard Box |
She stood at the window, the knife still bloody. He stood behind her and she turned suddenly, holding the dripping rabbit skin in her hand. She lifted it up to show him and screamed through gritted te...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:56:00 GMT |
a bitter equilibrium |
I woke up in the middle of the night,From a dream, in the shivering hollowOf cold and high ceiling, heavy Clumsy knees up in my chest.Through parted eyelids a lifelessLight told me that I was once aga...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:06:00 GMT |
Trust In |
I want to run and fall into a field of bloodlike the disemboweled traitor to my sense of lifetrickling down smooth-stoned sacrificial towersunder the opening black-clouded plane of Jupiterstaggered th...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 02:29:00 GMT |
Interrupted Binary |
I come to terms with this narrow space in the world evincing a muted sense of place - a three-year lock and flint,where emptiness and polarity convene in meat and boneson the ground where I can listen...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:11:00 GMT |
Eat People |
With a sense up, of a sense. Where haven't I slept in want of peace? I woke, one morning, and my eyes couldn't be their mess of wires, where sickening anxieties that evade and creep sense. That is the...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 01:30:00 GMT |
the girl who said |
the girl who saidwhose brilliant beat gave lips to the grainsand bared a ragesigned tempestuouswith hell on held handsand in three tonguesI walked in flowerswithout my own wordsand hate held tolife th...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 00:40:00 GMT |
