words aren’t enough |
i promise just to hear riveri promise i'll let you fish the wordsas you feel them slip within meas you lure me with silent moresi promise to not to swim upstreamas your hook pierces my skinwhere my dr...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 05:46:00 GMT |
if we could eat stones |
if we could eat stonesthe lots would be lined with sandthe streets paved with turkeyand the fences made of hamlittle chickens would be dancinginstead of gated wallsthe cold-cuts would be warmercause t...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 17:22:00 GMT |
good / bad |
--------------------------- the good's been fucking the badon a mite-infested streetwhere they eat away your skininvisibly asleepbut no one here can see themthough they have no sheets to hidethey liv...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:27:00 GMT |
ants. |
we're locked inside a stairwell that heads to a hopeful doorwith a blanket and a pillow resting on the concrete floori know my body's bruising from the ground or your teethbut i'm up here by myself fo...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:08:00 GMT |
hiding the sun with a finger |
i hid the sun with my fingermaking sure i could make it leavei would squint my one eye tightly(and let the other see)...like disappearing is a peakin the graph of normalcywhere we're forced to find so...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 17:39:00 GMT |
the perfect cure |
i just feel a little emptyshe says she has the perfect curebut i know this line too wellknow its letters and its curvesmaking their way inside my bodyknowing the fastest path to "me."down my throat to...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 06:50:00 GMT |
slipping away |
can you feel it slipping awaylike water from cupped handsdropping one splash at a timebut never as you plannedand the drops form a puddleand the puddle forms a lakeyou wonder how it got therewhen one ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
slighted by design |
i'm staring at the oceanuntil i feel your breathas the wind over my eyelidsthe sand on my doorstepreminding me of summerand reminding me of youit's just a season for a reasonwe've got living to doand ...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 11:19:00 GMT |
welcome to the good life |
welcome to the good lifeas i'm pretty sure this isfrom the revolution cubiclechanging it all from within?with signs of "si, se puede""another world is on her way"in the same form of a leaderwho only p...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
in order to survive |
i was driving on the highwayas a dead bird caught my eyelying flattened on the sidewalkwhen she was used to being highwhere the world lay still below herand she could look if she choseat the chaotic a...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 21:02:00 GMT |
