2 more things |
glass bowl face in the crowdthis wavering shroud shocked and applaudeda wilderness of tender soundi been around and downsucked my teeth cleanfor 2 daysain't it a shamewoulda thought i was meantfor big...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 19:19:00 GMT |
Your Mother Kissed Your Brow |
Your mother kissed your brow. The sun grew so fat, Didn't it? And it sucked the blood right out of the earth, And everything. Your Dad left One morning and you Never saw him anymore. The brass s...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 20:59:00 GMT |
100 Beautiful things |
1.)Looking into the face of a brand new person who got here through you.2.) the right music at the right moment3.) when you love someone so much you can't stand to be around them without touching them...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 20:55:00 GMT |
Berkley Buddhist |
When I get EverythingI want,I will beFreeFrom desire.
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
4 things |
It was a grim day, morning, fog. there were clouds and cold and I was thinkin' bout when i wasn't born yet. I just a floating fragrance drifting among the stars. Now i cannot remembe...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 06:01:00 GMT |
Jar Flies |
sparse ornamentsto embellish asparse residence
foil trinketsreflectfoiled salvation
blue green and goldthe new pets ofdire circumstance
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 06:50:00 GMT |
Troubled |
I,Being the preachy bitch that i am,Sit swallowing downThe dull Friday traditionA ghastly renditionOf what i had assumed from ChildhoodNot as goodAs I'd tell you If you were to askTaken aback By the b...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 07:05:00 GMT |
A note to a friend |
i was thinking about you earlier.... i thought we could devise a list of topics that are off limits so that neither of us gets offended. lets lead off with religion.. under no circumstances shal...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:09:00 GMT |
mirror |
It is HolyAnd even thenIt does not matter.It does not matterAnd even thenIt is Holy.
Posted by on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 13:26:00 GMT |
rough draft of something. |
Psuedo Non-Narcissus(Well, do you love yourselfOr don't you?)This deliberate disguiseIs no shock.She should knowShe is only a spectreArriving rarely like the moonBut smoother, palerAnd more cold...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 21:58:00 GMT |
