sloth like a catepillar moves |
man, the tragedy rolls on in paranoid years.your fall was your deathwrapped up in your troubled dreamsof men falling your apple tree.yes, they are the wind - manyour mind has taken the face on the moo...
Posted by Five on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 07:26:00 PST |
for you with these eyes |
i have found God in the televisionin the pain of the stomach in overconsumptionthe pain of the snake's venomor was it, the snake, a dreama voice, a message in this dream of mortalityof gut p...
Posted by Five on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 09:56:00 PST |
the sun has taken all of its light and hidden behind the clouds. |
there was a minute's gesture which changed a life, took a leg at the ankle of movement. two teeth which found flesh enjoyable to penetrate. releasing venom into the left leg of a lady on h...
Posted by Five on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:16:00 PST |
magics gesture in the form of fatal returns. |
there is no darkness in my valley. only lightning bugsslight contradictions of the soul with words.
"you know nothing of spirit or universe"
Your mind, man, has troubled the water with waves.You...
Posted by Five on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:11:00 PST |
hello. goodbye. |
crucifiction.five.flying squirrell.cicada.insert.remove.
moments of light headedness and dreaming with eyes open. i can't see quite so clearly. all passing. insanity....
Posted by Five on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 08:44:00 PST |
gravity. some jokes reel. |
tell the world, the color of your blossom.the gentle slope of your leaf in rain's wind.seen and touched by eyes dark nights and clouds, moving amongst stars or old moons,now fading, the layers of nigh...
Posted by Five on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:00:00 PST |
someone new. |
the wasps sting in the morningnext to the dead bird the cat brought to bedand the feces of the wild ratthe midnight call of the light thwarted batmaking a complete picture of this roomwater flowing be...
Posted by Five on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 08:39:00 PST |
the nothing of everything. and so on. |
i wander through the lands of the galaxy here on this earth. i wander through the minds of mostly men, in their books, in their music. women learning from the other’s ways and the ge...
Posted by Five on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:46:00 PST |
nothing. everything. |
the wind blowsand every fallen stick becomes a wanddown the long road to nowhere.
Posted by Five on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:30:00 PST |
don’t hate me, honesty. |
do you see my tree?i have urged you unfortunately through this dark hole of humanity.we love it.so i laugh.at your virtue so willing to give.i have left you.all of you.and those i will never know.huma...
Posted by Five on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:56:00 PST |
