Book of Dreams |
I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands de-scending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completene...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:03:00 GMT |
The birds are flying freely today |
They look so happy
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 23:23:00 GMT |
Slaughtered |
you'll be given loveyou'll be taken care ofyou'll be given loveyou have to trust itmaybe not from the sourcesyou have poured yoursmaybe not from the directionsyou are staring attwist your head aroundi...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 22:22:00 GMT |
The Burrow |
I do not deny that this fault worries me from time to time, indeed always. If on my costumary rounds I avoid this part of the burrow, the fundamental reason is that the sight of it is painful to me, b...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 00:50:00 GMT |
Writers speak a stench |
To Evelyn, our relationship is yellow and blue, but to me it’s a gray place, most of it blacked out, bombed, footage from the film in my head is endless shots of stone and any language hear...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 00:49:00 GMT |
Why? |
"How did I get here?" I exclaimed. It was a moderately large hall, lit bysoft electric light, and I was walking along close to the walls. Althoughthere were several doors, if one opened them one only ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:45:00 GMT |
A Cage Went in Search of a Bird |
Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tightLooking kind of anxious in your cross armed stanceLike a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming danceAnd I claim I'm not excited with my life any moreSo ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 01:36:00 GMT |
Description of a Struggle |
The Emperor, so a parable runs, has sent a message to you, the humble subject, the insignificant shadow cowering in the remotest distance before the imperial sun; the Emperor from his deathbed has sen...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 19:47:00 GMT |
you can't make dirt clean, so we'll just lemon-scent it |
I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years oldAnd, oh my God, I feel so damn oldI don't really feel anythingOn a plane, I can see the tiny lights belowAnd, oh my God, they look so aloneDo they really fe...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 05:19:00 GMT |
