the feel. |
I am in love.
Posted by Lucy on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 11:33:00 PST |
looking ahead |
window of understanding, the past was sparkling in your eyes.looking in the mirrornow, I cannot tell if i am seeing you or my own strange reflection.with youi see your conversation beguile, leading me...
Posted by Lucy on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 12:06:00 PST |
friday night in the cold of your absence |
cold bites lungs, cells. steam from words, a halo in your memory. roll by the once golden hillsnow licked with the last remnants in an ice age. dusty snow blowing in a hurry across the paradise valley...
Posted by Lucy on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 10:01:00 PST |
reply to a friend regarding the universe |
the moon and the cosmos swing themselves so carelessly around our little lives. we are the specks of nothing caught fast in the cracks, between creaking floor boards and our own tiny desires. when we...
Posted by Lucy on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 01:34:00 PST |
the hit and miss |
full moon licks the tops of the trees and the strange west is lonely and crowded to me. the cool air isn't the damp that we've always known,and the road through the mountains is a man-made gash on the...
Posted by Lucy on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 02:50:00 PST |
swept up |
first: you have a whiskey table? love that. second:i am swept uplittle fragments all over the town, every nightthat my sad heart comes around. swept up and away by the drink the smoke the laughthe tou...
Posted by Lucy on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 08:49:00 PST |
instant |
instant.we all wished for lessonsthe selling of bodyfor the momentary gainof suggestions that a half-love can't question1800 miles in the close space of my thoughtsthe lost nation unfolding, the land ...
Posted by Lucy on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 12:22:00 PST |
function factory |
why the barking daylight is littered across the possesions i lug with me, i cannot say. all i know now is that i have turned my life into that of a creature. a nocturnal, a sleepless. I have lost the ...
Posted by Lucy on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 12:24:00 PST |
unedited |
edit edit edit. tattoo dreams and the last slow burn of the harmonica's voice.slid into the gentle unending, my cherished silence. my arteries of you running quick quickwhile i dipped my heart in your...
Posted by Lucy on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 09:44:00 PST |
i would touch you, but you're covered in fur |
low down hum of a lawn machineon the hottest day of my life of any life. molly wants to go to a psychicbut i saythat it would be too much of an effort to think about the future.we would end up exhaust...
Posted by Lucy on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 10:06:00 PST |
