i’ve never been |
no metaphors. no similes. no comparisons. just truth. it feels nice to not lace this with my usual neurotic over-analysis and obsessive exaggeration. for once, i think i can just take this as it is. t...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 02:34:00 GMT |
twelve hornsbys in a line |
twelve hornsby's and a year later, i remember the past months in awe of how quick it has passed me by. 2008? for real, though? Y2K seems like it was just yesterday. the dull, dim-lit room has st...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 16:46:00 GMT |
3in1 |
the shadows form constellations of light that dance for hours along the uneven surfaces of the cement walkways. the breezeway funnels in cool air to both shelter and expose us to the elements of natur...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 00:33:00 GMT |
an unlit room |
instrumental pumping the darkness creating something more vibrant than the red number flashing on the glare of my lenses. the bassline bumping harder than my cell phone's vib tone. the only light in t...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:45:00 GMT |
truth |
scatterbrain beat hits the cerebrals of the crescent moon and splashes the crash every other pentameter. with the crowing of the brass rooster in the horizon above the eastern sunrise. the mountains s...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:45:00 GMT |
pressurepulse |
the pressures pulsating in his upper nasal passages push the mind out of the crown and up through the atmosphere into his dreams. the lifted state of the insidious thoughts he dreamt up can't match th...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:30:00 GMT |
mornings |
scream; wake; blink; lost; death; life; (antonymity); persuasion; irritation; exasperation.
throw the sleep cycle off and rip the eyelids from your eyes
no love no lust no loss from last night
alochol...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:24:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 03:38:00 GMT |
dumb luck |
instantaneously insisting an instance in which incense is intensely in tune to the senses in sentences sensing a sentance of incest and an instant incline into an indecent interest. pop goes the easle...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 22:11:00 GMT |
conglomeration |
deuce striked eye. left right left center down upup. cupid falls with his arrow through his heart. i fall with his arrow through my tongue. smoke trails destroy the clarity in my mind making a mess. t...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 00:04:00 GMT |
