sunday afternoon teardrops (upon seeing) |
there is you and me, two plastic forks lying on a picnic table.some kid knocks me off, some fat balding man uses you to push in chicken casserole.i only want you near, but lying here now on the grass ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Nov 2008 07:11:00 GMT |
remembering sidewalk chalk |
there is the coil and the recoil.your love is like a plastic kite,flaps like too many flags, flaps like staying pure.i, laying back, drinking quarts of motor oil, as if you didn't know all along i onl...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 17:11:00 GMT |
novembers dreaming sleep |
employees and car forks,tuning guitars in spanish hovel,marking land with piss, like dogs do,eating meat from cans - frees the world from depression, war and toil.
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 15:28:00 GMT |
october always makes me think of separation |
darling candy,the last time you came by, carrying that god damned book and that stupid smirk,i remember thinking before you left that i didn't really ever care about your college classes,or the time y...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 19:36:00 GMT |
secret space of mind |
there's a place where i can taste you just by securing an image,or the time you wait, on hand and foot,we never beg for change - we take it.there is no choice really, the tube only goes up or down - i...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
some october |
some october, five years ago or so,i answered the door, you appeared like a rainbow.i stopped asking questions like how high? or long? or sublime?i stopped requiring directions and notes left to self,...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
in memoria |
i hold you closer than sunlight filtering through a bathroom window somewhere.you hardly notice me when you drive by -that's fine, it was just a little life together.when you are next to someone, with...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
the space it took you |
the space it took you to move from here on my bed to the dark of the hallwaywas not filled with anything, not even the tiniest particle of confusion - no, rather your form is a lovely ghost and i but ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
remember woodsy gods |
"baby don't ya know about my suicide..." cupid car clubyour petulance i usually abhor, but for now i await your arrival like a new fridge or a far out galaxy,some distant relatives or many martians wi...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
u were |
u were this item, this nomenclature, this non-entity,this beautiful object, this fascination, this preservation, this destination - and into those arms i fell,i then became this incessant churning, th...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 16:11:00 GMT |
