i just called to say "can you send me some money?" |
lost old bag of bones, i amsilly stringed on the sidewalk.fulfilling my full potential,i ruin things by being an intellectual.a-e-i owe you twenty bucks.for so long you've been askingme like, please.m...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 23:25:00 GMT |
all the children sing... |
tonight, i watched the sun go down.i watched and thought about you, and yousat and laughed and painted in the sky.i watched you make your final sculpturewith the clouds. the way you placed thesun and ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 01:17:00 GMT |
to a magificent bastard |
The world is laughing and drinking to you,The sun is dripping the snow into holes,and I am not smiling but life moves on.Birds are all scraping the days and are singing,and I am not reading the ways o...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 13:26:00 GMT |
february's creatures |
in this february pondreaching into the treescreatures eat their mistakesfit to glue their eyesmarching finger drumboys chase the dogslately charging rhymesthe hollowed austere handsumbilical ribbons a...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 14:38:00 GMT |
the bleeding of days |
Time is slowly taking steps,and I'm counting as it goes.The bleeding of days,one into the otherand the stains ofuncertainty I wear, like badges,on my shirt pocket.The hardest part ofsprouting wings is...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 15:38:00 GMT |
Blank Spaces and Lines |
Brightly coloured imaginations,fall and winter fashions,there seems to betruth in the trees.Just not feeling festive,seeing those that missed us,and crying out mistakeswe've made.Thinking happy though...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 14:21:00 GMT |
Burning Eternity |
The smell of smoke in the wintercomes to me like never before.Sitting and tripping and feelingthat I've been pushed down underfreezing snow.I feel comfort in the dark spacesbetween my hands, when I'm ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 13:52:00 GMT |
sketchy |
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Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 00:29:00 GMT |
Within a Week |
A strand of hair, so fragile andlight coloured, the smell of itlingers only in imaginations...A face so pretty and undeniable,the sound of fingers touchingsoft belly.You were the only thing constructi...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 02:08:00 GMT |
Goodbye Girl |
Eyes not like iceLike the darkness the little bird fallsBlackYou can't see whether or not her soul isgone yet,as weightless she slips away in the palm ofmy hand.We only knew each other for a short whi...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 15:17:00 GMT |
