SKETCHES AND SKELETONS . . . |
CHINESE WATER TORTUREi wrote this for a childhood friend's mother. A quiet, demure Asian lady, i always thought she carried herself with a reserved sort of grace. the year after we graduated high s...
Posted by The Orphan Factory on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 11:07:00 PST |
elegy for a farmer |
"Father will you say a prayer for me? I think I found my grave today. Out near an abandoned church where they say the Lord is a ghost. This dirt is too hard for me to walk on anymore and I've been ...
Posted by The Orphan Factory on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:39:00 PST |
the city in which i breathe |
tonight i drag my sleepwhere this city might let me breathe.through a maze of city streetsthat seem to echo in my defeat.apparitions of steam riseas sirens wail into the sky.i am tricked and stainedby...
Posted by The Orphan Factory on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:39:00 PST |
perfume and smoke |
the empty space to the left of meis an unmade bed where isit and stare at the nascent smokefrom my cigarette.beneath the stacks of the factoryi dig the earth for the dayswhen i could feel her sleeping...
Posted by The Orphan Factory on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:39:00 PST |
the image of the sea |
the waitress won't listen to methough i beg, though i plead.and the image of the seahigh above the windowsillis of the water she and i maynever see. i wish i could take her hand and leave.i've burnt ...
Posted by The Orphan Factory on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:39:00 PST |
threshold |
staggering, i think I've had too much to drink.my grief is derelict, sometimes i drift.not a name or knife could cut enough away this time.i stand at the threshold and i must decide.i have no right t...
Posted by The Orphan Factory on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:39:00 PST |
