junkie pts. 2 and 3 |
the lyrics to a song i just wrote
Junkie pts. 2 and 3
I thrash about under spiderwebbed skies
getting loaded, staying high
i slide across the city like a dumpster queen
stumble to sleep, pretty ...
Posted by TRACE on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 08:09:00 PST |
her |
the golden city stood, as my house would when i was a child
we parked outside of the gates, we smoked a joint
and your hair was smooth and red
we made shadow puppets, prize fighters that took blow aft...
Posted by TRACE on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 12:55:00 PST |
despicable depressing and unfinished writings by yours truly |
I
The old block, dirty as ever, stands sullen as I step out on to its cragged streets. I roll a crumpled receipt between my thumb and index finger, lost inside my pocket, and breath in the air. It sti...
Posted by TRACE on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 11:55:00 PST |
4 old poems of trace cox |
Love 2
our particular particles swirl together like the soft blue feathers, we will forever sing inside of me and inside of you charged plates that vibrate through our cells and we decay to the ground...
Posted by TRACE on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 10:46:00 PST |
some poems |
What Great Ghosts figures float in glass oh, the glass hands of the dead how they grapple us in sleep Ghost, they cradle us, their thin shape faintly holding. our cold backs The sweat of our skin lost...
Posted by TRACE on Thu, 17 Nov 2005 11:58:00 PST |
welcome back |
with wings that sting like bees
i move the air back and forth like giant metal beads
clacking back and forth on little strings
clean out the closet, put it under the bed
next to the bones you pul...
Posted by TRACE on Tue, 13 Sep 2005 09:40:00 PST |
