organ grinders |
beehives and white lips release me to skys of pale blue bliss. long stares of strangers through burning eyes as the melodic melody of erratic jazz drifts unnoticed through painless ears. stop to notic...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 07:54:00 GMT |
old people |
sometimes i forget where im going. you see.... the thing is all of you move so slowly.... and blood is thin these days, unlike molasses, but foggy minds and cloudy glass still make moves for strain to...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 19:52:00 GMT |
steel |
heat and sweat touch the cold steel and burn out that which sinks to the sea. ive seen those who sleep, i close my eyes and shut my mouth. follow the tracks of sticky black biss and bring others your ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 21:03:00 GMT |
can you see |
its funny the things left behind on doorsteps and the thoughts produced from moments left in passing. wind blows directions and drifts in sounds only heard in afterthoughts. these are the moments we c...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:23:00 GMT |
lunch |
half hearted sleep slowly seeps through dreamy afternoons. uncleared checks are quickly written in trade for shiny objects soon forgotten. the idea is much more then the thought and we all chase drago...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 20:43:00 GMT |
life |
life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 19:54:00 GMT |
all i need is this chair |
talking signs speak in lights and remind us to kiss as the cars flash by. we can only stand and stare. candy hearts and neon moons stay bittersweet to the touch. ceramic lions will bow beneath the sta...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 20:08:00 GMT |
1/2 an inch per month |
brick walls and hounds tooth, trip lines and phone calls. if the food wasnt free we would all starve like trees at night. who cares the time of day, long past are the worries of night. sit and breathe...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 20:26:00 GMT |
I AM |
a silver touch in a sea of grey despite the cold. thoughts and time slip as the memory fades like an awakening dream, hold fast as it narrowly escapes through grasping fingers. mechanical arms float a...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:02:00 GMT |
oz |
time drifts on and on and, the sun never sets on the british empire. bottles spin on the floor in an empty room. taking the long way around is always better then being direct. lazy stars lead misguide...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 19:49:00 GMT |
