on the night that i died. |
this is heavylike a (black) syrup.x xxxxxx xxxx xxxx xx xxx xxxx xxxxxxxso so so so so so so so so so so soso so so so so socompletely xxxxxx.
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 04:30:00 GMT |
on the solipsist. |
i'm content to sit and watch this slow white pattern creep and pulse along a deeper blue current. head in hands, draped across the cradle of my fingers (not heavy, but concentrating).inch by inch made...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 09:26:00 GMT |
on smiling. |
"push me back into a tree line my buttons with salt and fill my long ears with bees praying please please please oh you ought not no you ought not."taken from "the book of a year"
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 08:26:00 GMT |
on you. |
you are an altar and i'm at a loss for words. taken from "the book of a year"
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 17:17:00 GMT |
on ageism and into a fearful xxxxxxxx. |
rising out of the mouth of an old stump,like a cork half twisted and forgottencounting red rings not in years but in lives...experiences, loves, not loves, gains, losses, recollectionsendless red ring...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 14:08:00 GMT |
on relinquishing burdens. |
we pried from his right hand thirty keys to the sun.from the left a wooden crown.taken from "the book of a year"
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 07:26:00 GMT |
on the way things have been. |
"kingdoms fall apart but i(we) shall live forever...xxxxx taken what is mine and what i treasureand for that sleep is a little death."with careful hands, sculpt a landmark, a warning.a happy man, inve...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 07:01:00 GMT |
on digging. |
a clear and bright beam cuts the top edge of a small hill and illuminates a sharp corner. suddenly i'm reminded of just how small i really am and how it seems that most things are cyclical and filled...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 09:05:00 GMT |
on the cusp. |
sing! sing your broken chords- if only to satisfy your own wanting ears (i've seen you beautiful).sing! sing little one! sing though the sound be not sweet- if only to endure or pa...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 14:07:00 GMT |
on ideas to fall in love with. |
there are thirty-six of them, unknowing.tragic, but there is a strange comfort (if not a new worry) about it.
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 01:00:00 GMT |
