take a walk with me |
walking on the ocean floorthrough a seaweed forestcold waterscreamsbringingbubblesto surfacebut I do not risethats not groovyits justan endingno more flailing just a gentle napin the silt ...
Posted by H. on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 06:59:00 PST |
2 many days away |
streams of beadsdancing onbeige acrylicinviting likedads safe armscrouching againstthe coldnesspedals besiegedby stinging coldinhaling chlorinated airnot able to releasetightness graspingmy skingooseb...
Posted by H. on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 10:30:00 PST |
a Savannah Night |
no stars just the fluorescents and the crepe myrtles pasted to the air which hang heavier than the thoughts that you allow me to conjure up like so many spells in my cauldron &nb...
Posted by H. on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 10:07:00 PST |
there is no subject |
in the whatever light of each day i can see so clearly what most cannot walking around awake everyone asleep W A K E UP my screams dying ...
Posted by H. on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 06:10:00 PST |
whatevers |
I'M ASKING TOO MUCH IF I ASK FOR YOUR BRILLANCE THE SWAY AND BUMP OF THE SAND ON MY FEET IS HARSH AND MEANICING AND THE LITTLE I WANT IS PRESENTED IN UNYIELDING PAIN AND DESIRE I F...
Posted by H. on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 12:50:00 PST |
Me you him him her |
Y're such a jester for thinking believing swallowing what you&. and me and them&..hehe I laugh and make fun of your vanity and inglorious charm Time has never leapt from...
Posted by H. on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:51:00 PST |
Read with fear and hope |
Too much shit pouring From my cerebrum I can't even think straight He has his problems I tried so hard to please him and give him what he needed Old friends coming together To weep ...
Posted by H. on Tue, 27 May 2008 04:58:00 PST |
this odd relationship |
Wavering like the flickers You see on Hot pavement In a barren Wasteland I groan through the fog That envelops my thoughts Discombobulated Unsanitary scribblings Awash in boneless marrow Your questi...
Posted by H. on Fri, 16 May 2008 01:37:00 PST |
What if and Maybe |
No evil is greater than the What ifs and maybes& My thoughts dance and pirouette With them They go like this What if: It doesn't work (life) He doesn't change (kid) ...
Posted by H. on Thu, 15 May 2008 06:14:00 PST |
The day after................ |
&.and then there are those times where you realize that for all of your anguish there is only a singular object that is of concern It may be flesh and soul but it brings you t...
Posted by H. on Mon, 05 May 2008 06:55:00 PST |
