Barry

and to what i ask this day?

if all that i am ran out my vein,would she love that shell?i crack smiles with patience, which leave these wrinkles on my jaw.i am homelessi share the name of my long dead cat-vacant.i move shadowless...
Posted by Barry on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 06:46:00 PST

and when all white pills pass

I find nod in solice that is daydream.provided by numb head twisted stomach pinch.I eat solution,I shit emotion.arm itches when my face twitches.I scratch,I think I thought to smile,I can't remember i...
Posted by Barry on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:35:00 PST

These days are forefit.

and there are still days when the cuts re-emerge,the moon blurs,the water in the tub turns rust.These days are forefit.These days are numb.I know I shall awake,it is the ground that is the contant unk...
Posted by Barry on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 03:32:00 PST

and he-

and he who speaks wisper, shakes wet.my corner of the room cracks the wall paper that cages it.I have no silence but hers.we are the reflection, we are the old.
Posted by Barry on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:32:00 PST

i sit...

I sit on the boken wing of a liquid dove. She crys when I sleep, she coo's when I smile. All days end with the dream of morning, and the idea of a planet which moves with mercury flowing life. I sit o...
Posted by Barry on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 11:17:00 PST

V with white blood-

so tired i can't sleep; been almost a day since my eyes were closed. my fingers are as numb as my mind. cotten balls in my forearms, dancing between my bones and flesh. my skin is decoration. a weddin...
Posted by Barry on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 01:47:00 PST

orsen

as Wells ate my pupils, Hitchcock ran a cheese grater across my left fore arm. I think there is a small beast in my room. I hear her at night in that mystical moment before the daunting task called S...
Posted by Barry on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 08:43:00 PST

dime box

dime box bewildered, kings come home. beads fall-angels rot. through caught stumble...   frantic are these eyes.
Posted by Barry on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:15:00 PST

I drop, I dream.

walking I find sand, I shift while sleeping, I drink heaven, I am ocean, I am worms.
Posted by Barry on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:11:00 PST

I sit alone on V

My mind is dull.Each painting pops then lags.drops and leaks,shames me- melts a little.veins become the gutters near my broken sprinkler heads,fill with the fertalized fruit of the lawn growing from m...
Posted by Barry on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 02:09:00 PST