sept. |
luckily ive been through shitlike this before.and so i know that every timei get this autumn sense and ill sort of achey head,the wet and sordid air comes through meand damp sheets and rainy streets p...
Posted by lydia on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 09:22:00 PST |
not ready |
ive an idea why you tap your armssearch your sap for sugar.at least for mei see pathways everywhereand roads are veinsand trees are viensand wires that connect us.i want to give you back the bloodthat...
Posted by lydia on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 11:05:00 PST |
Cold |
sitting, sick, as alwayswatching pictures move and air its like ive always been herefelt this weight.but every ear in me and every nerveknows next and next.the next time,under downy summer cloudy wave...
Posted by lydia on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 07:07:00 PST |
sorting 2 |
for all the days i cant recallpeople and their namesonce-when-we-were-at-that-bar-on-the-corner-you-were-we
aring-a-red-dressand maybe at your house and maybe she said that (did she say that?)wis...
Posted by lydia on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 08:05:00 PST |
sorting |
the problem here is of salvage. consistant keeping-up with work half-done and this head grows less easy.stacks and piles (which is which?) of thoughts lost'cause i couldnt tell where to put them.and e...
Posted by lydia on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 08:54:00 PST |
Nice Things Said About Me on the Internet, Vol. 1 |
Caleb Lydia is hip, dude. She's hip enough tomake you forget about all the so-calledhipsters you've ever rubbed against thewrong way in your life, hip enough to give usall a little hope for the futur...
Posted by lydia on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 08:43:00 PST |
isabel archer |
of all the friends ive had,so many of your species, so many morecarniverous,i still show scars from you. tooth marks deep healed to white remindersof something still somewhere. but now? some oozing ec...
Posted by lydia on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 09:18:00 PST |
nearsighted |
minus6.5 minus7like failing eyes make me a visionary'cause evey night in bedwrapped in a cotton nightgowni see my books the air thats minesofter.easier, i think, making up stories to come truethat the...
Posted by lydia on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 08:39:00 PST |
flood |
this ocean-sky that's been birthing species upon species of frightful watershould wash away therecognitionof being over, underused. but instead of simply clean i'm just diluted and if it and i aren't ...
Posted by lydia on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:39:00 PST |
hot |
i slippedjust so slightly further thanmy feet could catchbut after 92 what's another couple of degrees.air so wet that all i think can slidefrom inside me to outand instead of falling i can float caus...
Posted by lydia on Mon, 29 May 2006 08:48:00 PST |
