truth |
truth fallslike wide, wetsnow in flakedrowns in the lightof day, shines in thedark of nightlands soft likesweet kisses todissipateinto skin there to bebrushed off, felt, or tastedgone as quickas it co...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 20:42:00 GMT |
ash |
witheringcurled and consumedby licks of flamehungry as they riseskating up skindrawing brocade backlayer by layerconsuming withoutdiscretionsmoke stainedhandfuls of velvet ash turned to mud neath pray...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 20:15:00 GMT |
Lust |
he sings in silencelanguid movementsmouthing solitarysyllables that hanglike dust in dusk
she sheds skincaptive in its framebone on bonesinew of sin
he speaks bloodmore redthan her love
she bleeds res...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 22:01:00 GMT |
Here Comes the Dark |
here comes the darkit's pouring in the windowscreeping up heart's back fieldsenveloping love's tree line
Sunday's church long since let outFamilies gone about town in their besterrands done and kids t...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 15:28:00 GMT |
Winter |
On days cold enoughmy sorrow could fall in flakeslayer the ground thick and whitedeep as my disappointmentsoft as my sadness
I saw you see meI saw you turn awayeyes lowered with my name upon your lips...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 06:05:00 GMT |
Distraction |
In my vulnerability were found soft parts of meThrough hardened skin and acidic cynicismdespite my words and deeds, she is mebent over wanton with painted cheekin shallow gasps, it's love I seek
Walki...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 13:07:00 GMT |
Coming Home |
I came out of mountainsand highway's endless darktall clouds collecting rainpassing half empty bussescut throat lane changingacross delaware river gapwith water tapping off my wheels and I wonderif I'...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 19:57:00 GMT |
the demise of taste |
the demise of tasteimpales itself upon usas the miscarriage ofnovelty, refined and bastardized, conformedfashioned from needobdurate behind smilesfrom teeth that wouldshred skin and gnashat bones bene...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:45:00 GMT |
I'm from |
I'm from the long list of hard workers that built this town before you waltzed in and bought it.
I'm from my grandfather's callousesdug out from potato fieldsin hope of earning a nickel to save for a ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 09:30:00 GMT |
aspiration |
aspiration wore a short dress thigh high with heels that flattered the tendons of her emotion
arrogance threw it up and stripped her of itexposed the apprehension cringing and...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 10:09:00 GMT |
