desperation saturates the weak-hearted |
gut like dirt and
gone is the ground floor
toys, like slugs, are coming out of their hiding spots for
the parade of the century
they carve dolls into dehydrated arms
and perfect their own method of t...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Fri, 16 May 2008 12:01:00 PST |
dole |
The road narrows to a point where the blacktop starts to shatter. Aint never gonna get there. Aint never gonna stop neither. Rolling scar across the knuckles where the skin refuses to lay down right. ...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 06:18:00 PST |
pathetic spoiled lazy ungrateful pigs |
This country makes me fucking sick and I'm getting out of here as soon as humanly possible. Everyday my faith in the American people dwindles.
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 11:01:00 PST |
the smell of my own road kill |
if i had you back, it would make the rest of my life feel on target. there would be nothing in that space called 'the back of your mind'. there would be no 'nagging sensation'. i am off kilt...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 10:37:00 PST |
traffic |
traffic makes me want to kill people.
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:52:00 PST |
chicken |
i miss my cat so much during the day when i'm at work. i wish we could set up some kind of instant messaging so we could chat. he would go type, type, type with his paws and we would laugh and laugh.
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 07:06:00 PST |
robert johnson |
the rain was there that night
tongue-kissing the
green that split the soil and reached
lush tentacles
onto porch railings.
my arm
my stomach
wetted by rain
breathe the speed of a broken down train&nbs...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 01:59:00 PST |
los paredes |
le'ts put a baby together and if you reject him
i will cut his throat and curse the thighs that bore him
i will love the skin that you laid yourself in
and offer you the boiling of the w...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 01:58:00 PST |
brews-n-cues |
valentine night
we were perched on twin barstools
we were two fat doves
cooing our opinions about the song that
drifted from a juke box we couldn't see
the ice cracked and resettled in
my pink...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 12:21:00 PST |
sym-bol-ism |
mason jar of oj
at the audition for the band
our first topic of conversation
the image slinks into view
as i'm standing at about the middle of the bed with
this fucking sym-bol-ism,
held tight...
Posted by sleep walk in a mine field on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 11:56:00 PST |
