Almost |
The moon
flirts with the sun as the struggle for power begins.
I crave
solitude as my evening longs to wind down.
The palpitations
have taken to their normal evening routine, at a pace s... Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 14:48:00 GMT |
Strange Arrangements |
Midnightmountain night capLikedeer in highway trafficClaustrophobicdarknessWrappedin my vinyl harnessChasinga taste of cracked salted lipsBit bythe ocean and truck stop tipsAdventuresin boredom beckon... Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 14:43:00 GMT |
Lost & Found |
You asked me today if I was okay. ....In that summer dress, strings tied round my neck ....Wind blowing through my hair, without a care....You asked me if my heart was strong....If I knew where I belo... Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 10:59:00 GMT |
untitled |
Sisters with their pretty faces linger. Diamond lashes, teardrops on locked fingers.Flowers in their hair and dresses I would never wear. Plastic chairs in rows androws like roses in the ....garden gr... Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 13:22:00 GMT |
i feel it all |
On balance beams ....Walking over things....Cutting little ex.s....Inside all my screens...... ..With my machines....And metaphors....Inside my station ....The screeching roars ...... ..Your lackof... Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 11:11:00 GMT |
My poetry has taken a dive but I need a release& |
Tracing outlines with my finger Over coffee, I skipped dinner Fluorescent lights, above, they flicker Like ghosts inside an empty diner A conversation that will linger Into my evening routine ... Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 19:06:00 GMT |
Radiohead ~ Exit Music (For a Film) |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMqXj-eVCjI Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 15:13:00 GMT |
untitled |
Cracking codes ....
Inside these molds....
A catastrophe ....
In melody....
The lights are dim....
Romance begins....
.. ..
But not for me&....
.. ..
I close m... Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:20:00 GMT |
Gasoline and Nicotine |
"If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for everything." Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 09:03:00 GMT |
The Lover |
The Lover liked perfection, his laundry couldn't sit inside dryer, once it dried, for more than 10 minutes He'd come home in the early dawn, etched from therapy beads to elbows on each arm and pocke... Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 17:59:00 GMT |