Starjuice and Dreampulp |
(One I pulled out of the vaults...)
Interlocking fingers, we sandwich imprints of galaxies;Drip starjuice into thirsty pores;Draw the future on our tongues like skilled artisansBarely breathing and im... Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 15:53:00 GMT |
Teethmarks |
I smell your crashesyour thoughts carmelizing in what you think is my butterstatic and renounced,you prefer to seal endsonly to rip them open withmonstrous bitesteeth marking the plaintiffs of recover... Posted by on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 23:01:00 GMT |
Insomniatic |
I crack the corner of the Dark wield my psyche in known rusty trapsthe thickness of wakefulness winding around me snake-liketrance-likeI insist on arguing with my clogged headrammed with daily what-if... Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 01:23:00 GMT |
Full Moon Jacket |
I love full moons, but sometimes they can be sworn enemies to my sleeping pattern. I saw it in the evening, hanging unusually low and heavy, rising steady in the Los Angeles August nightsky. I indulge... Posted by on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 04:58:00 GMT |
more photography |
come take a look my flickr site Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 17:33:00 GMT |
Killing Me Softly with Elevator Formalities |
I work in a building that forces me into metallic boxes swinging vertically in calculated increments...which we shall refer to, for all practical purposes, as the 'elevator'. My building has 6 of them... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 22:34:00 GMT |
Wonder Woman |
She is my hero. An elusive alter-ego. The shit. The bomb. Sexy, fierce and feminine and able to fly in an invisible plane and bend liars into truth-tellers with a simple circling of her golden rope...... Posted by on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 10:39:00 GMT |
Rear View |
I am constantly intrigued by the movies going on in my rearview mirror, keyhole to another's life, completely unsuspecting...I take in every last detail, from the stringy tassel swaying back and forth... Posted by on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 20:12:00 GMT |
Poem - Doorknobs without Fingerprints |
I have set my eyes beyond your rollercoasterBeyond the 45 degree angle you throw carelesslySlip and slide through manic silences hanging crooked between usI watch you step and speak, toddler-like, sur... Posted by on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 09:49:00 GMT |
Meeting PJH |
I woke up on Friday feeling absolutely wonderful from a great dream I had. I dreamt that I was at a party. I was standing in a kitchen and PJ Harvey, well, Polly, walks in to get some punch and she an... Posted by on Sat, 03 Sep 2005 09:56:00 GMT |