I am Rivers |
I am rivers, nomadic, trickling everthrough hallways, playgrounds withpebble-fisted school boys like cowboyspointing six shooter fingers towardthe native poised to strike down aspear into my estuary p...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:03:00 GMT |
most wonderful time of the year |
Silver bodies cascade into the snowbelow, the chaotic noiseregisters unknow in my southern bones. I cannot rationalize this Cancer City North, so foreign the sounds of icicles crashing like window pa...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 00:28:00 GMT |
there is no string connecting the atoms |
When I lift my voicetiny notes like bulletsspiral toward infinitybeyond enemyplanesundetected without radar without destinationand purposelike a candy cane or aPolaroid snap shot.Butterfly mother, you...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 11:49:00 GMT |
When you drive into the ocean, I will follow suit. |
I want make-believe.The brilliance ofShooting stars andribbons of rainbowscascading down onfive o'clock traffic.Acid is silly, you say,Chemicals for peoplewho cannot dream,who cannotdance on brokengla...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 14:16:00 GMT |
Brother her Brother |
Standing bare before her mirror, Julian tried on phrases that would make sense to the men that she would reluctantly encounter through out her day. First rolling the words around in her throat ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
norma jean |
embracing that which is ugly: it is the very essence ofit is the very essence ofit is the very essence ofbeauty.
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 01:00:00 GMT |
the anti-life |
It is ebony. It is fuerte. Crawling out from behindevery wilting flower, theoppression seeps throughpicture frames.The uncertainty, it kills.Outbreak, infection, disease,the weezing, the malnourishedw...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 20:00:00 GMT |
Tragedy |
To be a woman,to be Psyche,stranded in two worldsas the lust of mere mortalsthe envy of godsin the name of beautyin golden locks.Palms bared tothe crowds, shebeckons the lepersand sick. She excitesthe...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 13:23:00 GMT |
They are in love. |
Shallow love,a fickle mind:what once was yoursnow is mine.Brand new bodyto lay beside,our hands release:the great divide.
What was and isand that to come,we had so much:the greatest is love....
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 08:44:00 GMT |
advice |
I do not advise it.I do not advise much.I don't even advise many people.
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 18:22:00 GMT |
