for what is left and what is to come |
Exhausted certainties willingly travel with an inane substance swirling vicariously through the nerves in your brain. We are starving. But we are joyful and vivacious animals, all buzzing at s...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 01:03:00 GMT |
Raspberry |
Using snow accumulated in the ceiling to powder your garden. In my head I live in a town made of only paper. It softly hovers a deep bed of water. Its name is Raspberry.We watch someone steel the floo...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 22:30:00 GMT |
a thoughts contents emptied and rearranged |
Far away, while lowering an up-ended mind out the window, the sad sounding struggle of a train engine meets my bedrooms placidity. Ill slump deeper into my coma and stare unceasingly into the blockin...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 02:26:00 GMT |
gutless lemming |
My hands cower from looking at youAnd it makes me wonder if maybe Ive just seen too many movies So I am not unawareBut I am dreaming of the oceans rowers singing cheerful songsIll wake and begin tal...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 02:49:00 GMT |
cellar of skinny pigeons |
Hands made from colors of lemonade wedding cake...reaching for keys to attic doors hidden in cities inside the sound of letters being read aloud.Cattle costume wearer and mere grinded fingertips wadin...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 01:37:00 GMT |
im sorry its taking so long |
My body is ten thousand yards of yarn strung and scrambled over the head and toe of an exhausted bed.My mind hardly exists. More realism drips inside every wayward commutation. Soundly clamping the de...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 05:18:00 GMT |
the anthology of losten |
There is a second story doorway that blows in the wind like a sand castle that won't stand. Amidst my holder's slumber, Losten had hollowed out a section of my soul and crept in. While treading the su...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 21:09:00 GMT |
