baby face. |
i know how it goes but the head light brights of your
red shot eyes scream fight or flight, slow down all night.
don't speak until the mourning sun annihilates the moon.
there is no fair warning bu...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 09:49:00 GMT |
no news is good news. |
it continues.
in sparks left by ways of doors,
empty hearts that lie for beauty, ki$$ for ashes made from burning dreams.
you're already in the light.
rock. crash the waves that invade the seas
w...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Oct 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
someone spiked the punch. |
i was so innocent. the skies were purple laced with orange glow;
the air was lucid enough to breathe through eye ducts.
the rain was hypnotic to night vapors so this
adult affliction could gloss o...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Oct 2009 21:31:00 GMT |
relationships. |
It
really all comes down to unrealistic expectations on marriage and love.
Its probably super rare that anyone has that exact overwhelming new
love feeling the entirety of their marriage or relati...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Oct 2009 10:56:00 GMT |
clones. |
vegans spear daggers thru the meat of the moon
and drink from vines over redwoods, past stratospheres;
drain energy to the dirt for clouds
where beams emerge to blanket the past.
so what to make o...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Oct 2009 12:20:00 GMT |
aries bright. |
open moons, vision swoons to lust. fawn the meteor showers
that break in two our bonfire lungs,
sing along backwards swing set skull; the flames that we are missing.
gossamer rings can't hide their...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:28:00 GMT |
the smoke hypnosis. |
as far as time warps go, i can strangle wet lungs to dry lungs with
these moving tales and light show verses of October skies, preparing
daggers dressed in lace. like moths to flames, no warrior fat...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Sep 2009 10:56:00 GMT |
target practice. |
like canvas heads on trapped neon memories, bleed together.
clearly we're far from home.
you may be quite more ordinary, while i examine fossil stories
to thick trees that blow for the air tongues ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Sep 2009 13:27:00 GMT |
prose on lonely souls and suspended lovers who can't drive. |
his lashes bleed shimmer under the rays of pure September golden
sun, his light brown eyes focused momentarily sincere on this
tar-infested jungle growing over. the cobalt setting sky is his
outlin...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Sep 2009 12:29:00 GMT |
love & death. |
i have an odd, morbid fascination with death, as everything around me
is slowly decaying. i don't fathom the world to be real, or live in a
day-to-day 'reality'. i watch the trees blow in the wind a...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Sep 2009 10:52:00 GMT |
