It's Normal. |
Disturbed bed, painted saint....walk away.it'sNOR-MAL-ALL-ALL!!!With your window cracked, split....the final act.it'sNOR-MAL-ALL-ALL!!!When the finger shakes the mirror,or the ridges on the mountain.N...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:39:00 GMT |
roll around |
WHO? crab walkout,
Gently...Tie or repeal,cachet bed,
Chance figurine,
disturbed, he was de-headed
backwards.Statures happily,filthy uh hazethat surrealism like
fly the man(man the fly)like cou...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:52:00 GMT |
Left over white sheets. |
I am numbers...Saturday and eyes so drifty... drifty... It goes beyond the floor to reach up for old and then filling in the whole wide world underneath a sun that's fallen for you.Stricken man devour...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:10:00 GMT |
cute cut |
The last cut of paperand trimming of the hailfeaturing windows outlastthe feral behaviors, goldenquadruplet stinky feet heartart on the swollen womansides tripped and side walkedalone on a backstreett...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:00:00 GMT |
Somdays maybe. |
Until a moment is turned in pages,the last "What?" is uttered in the microphone,squeezed between your cheeks,mouths inserted the words necessary to convince you...to shut up, lips a zipper,smile thats...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 09:39:00 GMT |
Burnt toast with raspberry pie. |
Burnt Toast.Burnt Toast.Stick it in the oven one more time...dirt in the mouth... ...blood in the mouth,Got two floppy rubber boots,stepping into the pie...Ripping out the ra...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:39:00 GMT |
The Attic. |
Freezing... ...BreathingLooking out the window,heart shoved between.. ...The window sill.
Kneadi...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:56:00 GMT |
snap on closed fist. |
Leave it up to you to screw up entertainment, the static TV, with the lights out cold plywood under the bath toes. Mackerels in the sand with your spacing of the fingers, and one finger twisted - defo...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Oct 2009 05:50:00 GMT |
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When you hands starts scraping,the dirty floor,with your flaky dry hands...peeling,from the sand and dirt,let it rip open your skin,to see the bone, the skeleton hands,reaching down,digging out the di...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:52:00 GMT |
Sleep It Off |
When the milk drips down,in the hearts of crisping gold,the hearts flutter, the hearts flutter,down with the gutter trash,down with the filthy garbage,is the hearts that flutter the hearts that flutte...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Oct 2009 16:07:00 GMT |
