like a broken fingernail |
my cuttlery spills,knives, wrenches, and quills-the ears ripped clean from my scalp,all sinewy and full of resin i cannot dig out;not with my nails nor a needle from mother'ssewing kitno,nothing will ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Mar 2010 01:40:00 GMT |
333 |
something like roadkill,watching in slow motion- milk spilldown the stairs,wire frames and weeds so tall you can hardly see the spitting suna collected scatterof multi-coloured bruises,all from fallin...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Feb 2010 11:59:00 GMT |
diagnostics |
hieroglyphicsand names toclouds and dancerecitals, stomachsalways inside outdriving hometoday in mynewly fixedcar i realisedthe reason why i cannotfor the lifeof me recallany of thisuselessinformation...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jan 2010 14:46:00 GMT |
THEN THE WALLS BEND''' |
breathe.end.skin blisters outwardas fever burns me insideout from my lungs to my gumsi've been choking on this smokefor years now too transparent tomake a difference in the bottom ofmy car ashtray the...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Dec 2009 15:09:00 GMT |
dehydrate |
There is no comfort to find within these walls. Any of them; from paint and plaster to bone shatteringcoughs and my heart ticking faster while I run away from the time I manage to spill all over my br...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:41:00 GMT |
this is |
precisely cutexacto knife set in placepush me upnothing is enough;these soundshave beenon repeat since last nightwhen i forget tobreathe in my sleepi wake up but stillthere isn't muchworth anything.ot...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Dec 2009 12:29:00 GMT |
Sigh Less. |
just one year ahead yet you've short-changed me so much;when i was a child my REAL brother told me to cut off all my hair.i certainly did and when i woke up everyday i was constantly afraidof all the ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Dec 2009 22:37:00 GMT |
gurgling gag reflexes panic attacks anaphylaxis |
I was homeless onceafter you failed to showup to take me awayafter I had removedmy braces I never smiled onceAnd while I was strippingand bruising my kneesfilling my mouth withblood and bile to keepup...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Dec 2009 11:52:00 GMT |
nothing mess. |
there are so many now, they couldn't see anything.all hissing sound, around so they run but fall to the groundtheir entire bodies covered in the drought,in the needles singing sweet sickness sleepinsi...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Dec 2009 14:17:00 GMT |
subjectless |
liquid white thin threaded between skinlight drip from within without a doubtremoval of linens and this awful fucking droughtblistersbetween my teethall opening out in a burning festerup on my spilll ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Dec 2009 17:48:00 GMT |
