regret |
it's not winter so you can't be dead. it's not prayer if you don't have god. is this what you wanted? i would tell you that i love you but look at all of this filth. i would tell you anything and then...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jan 2010 17:42:00 GMT |
mid-july |
you were raped every day for months and no one believed you because you're overweight or maybe you're unattractive. maybe your pain doesn't matter. i've been told that poetry is a shitty substitute fo...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:42:00 GMT |
defining |
standing at the edge of airport road. trying to believe in war. trying to believe in anything. i'm not a ghost but i've been playing with the idea of disappearing. i walked away from my friends or the...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 12:14:00 GMT |
sepia |
your arms wide open in greeting or your hands raised in surrender. the edge of the highway. the mindless glare of the sun. a hint of something better. a gun is pulled out. the killer smiles and says m...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 12:09:00 GMT |
person |
say MOTHERFUCKER like you mean it. head for the border like you're a hero in some dull novel. google your own name and learn nothing that you didn't already know. if you die outside, you will be devou...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jan 2010 19:28:00 GMT |
sky-blue sky |
you and i, naked and lost and stoned in the tall grass behind the burned out factories. we're not lovers. we're not bridges or rivers but the chance of drowning is still here. i remember your shadow b...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jan 2010 15:40:00 GMT |
white |
dreamt we had overslept. the soft curve of breasts and the phone ringing in another room. dreamt of sunlight and i knew i that i had to be dreaming. i knew i was waking up. the only heart i could hear...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jan 2010 13:44:00 GMT |
the glowing heart |
these rooms that eat me alive. these fucking windows and these light bulbs that burn themselves out. when i sit down to paint this picture the only color i can find is black. these empty spaces and th...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jan 2010 18:24:00 GMT |
mural |
baby with her amputated arms and her tongue cut out. this is the past, this is the future, and this is the war that no one wants to admit. will you tell her that you love her even when all you want to...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 19:07:00 GMT |
expanse |
find joy in music or in silence. sit in the same room your marriage fell apart in but don't write about it anymore. those days are dead and gone. go to bed depressed, wake up frightened. start wonderi...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jan 2010 19:03:00 GMT |
