i can feel it beating |
I can feel it beating!
What do you mean, beating?
I mean like a heartbeat! I can feel it!
Dont be crude.
Oh, whos crude? Youre always crude. You dont be crude!
She was bea...
Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 20:41:00 GMT |
loneliness is a casket |
loneliness is a casketin the open streets of laughter;a wonderful spectacle of nothing,so vivid in its invisible plight.it is a cough of inopportune fervor;it shows no constraint or remorse,and as you...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 20:09:00 GMT |
a year, now |
for joe:i still think of you and cry;like a strum of beautiful notesor the honey that drips in the summer,you rush my safest barricades-my sweetest and softest ground-and tear at my skinlike a poisone...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:06:00 GMT |
i will be everything |
for you i will be everything,everything you could need.i will be the landscape of coastal scenerythat whispers to your eyelidswhen you dream at night,and the breeze that kisses your neckas you bandage...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:05:00 GMT |
creations |
in my dreamsmy creations are as arbitraryas those found in Genesis."Let there be love!"and so she wraps me with armsand we roll through the hillslike honey bees in the wind,stinging tongues that speak...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 02:05:00 GMT |
why a philosopher could never fall in love |
i can be predictedlike the rain from the clouds,pouring out wordsthat cause me to stay indoors.everything expelled is just an attempt to keep her from fading,a fear of losing touchwith my own memories...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 02:04:00 GMT |
the taste of that cold morning air |
after i said goodbyeand kissed you on the cheek,i hopped on the 7 am train leaving baltimore.the grey lining that decorates the countryside-stapled from one corner to the nextand draped across the sky...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 22:05:00 GMT |
today is ugly |
today is ugly, a festering boil of hurt,a weeping woman in a hospital bedafter a miscarried attempt at life.today has all the predictionsof tomorrows likely character;the inseparability of diseaseand ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 10:06:00 GMT |
through the coast |
i drove up the coastand pretended you were with me,taking photographs of the riversthat sketched themselvesinto the mountains,smiling at the rays of the sunthat jumped off the sleepy surface.you yawne...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 13:25:00 GMT |
'til the last sunset |
while i don't believe that love is all we have,it's nice to let the coversdance atop our skinand the wind from rushing trafficspeak over our rhythmic breathing.when our bodies lay like corpses - so st...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 02:02:00 GMT |
