the fever |
the fever rolled over in its sleep, disturbed.the detestable sound of wind chimes tinkled in the detestable breath of the ocean.it was born for heat, this fever.soft curses fluttered from its ash dry ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:57:00 GMT |
gorham |
and the town sat there quietly on the mapover two hundred years, the cemetery slowly sprawledthe hotels and restaurants burned and blew awayjust ashes in the breezeand the train rails rusted iron sepi...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:42:00 GMT |
feedback |
rocking into the coming night, she cradled her fear in her handsand nurtured by her constant attention, it grew and grew.it happily consumed her view and all she could see,all she could see were black...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:29:00 GMT |
the ink and the satellite |
you stood there in your photokleptic finery,pages strewn about your feet in drifts,shining in the night.you stood there tilting tilting tilting,spinning on your own private axis.did that make me your ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 18:50:00 GMT |
stomach full of valentines |
i can't stop them, these ghosts of ulcers,these ice cold toads hopping in my guts.where is my mind that i can chew these dirty aspirins without a sour face?when sleep or sprints are not enough to quel...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 22:04:00 GMT |
what tales to tell |
your greasy hair tells me that you haven't felt the touch of soap in days.and your bloody fingers tell of your biting mouth.what sorry tales have you to tell?by your downcast eyes i think your world i...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 20:27:00 GMT |
reciprocal sunrise |
when you lay there breathing like the tides,comfy in your sleep, i can see you for what you really are.you are the source of my own body heat,you are my own pulseyou push this ocean of blood through m...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 20:02:00 GMT |
impass |
i left you there, ranting into the storm,and it screamed back at you.and why can't you see?why don't you know that it has more breath than you?it has no ears to hear your indignities.it's only a deaf ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 19:48:00 GMT |
a migraine in the desert |
there are times like these when my mind is spinningtwisting like a migraine in the desert,times when i have a murderer's scrawl and a hangman's drawl,and an old lady's shawl won't keep me warm in the ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 19:39:00 GMT |
crimson |
what draws a man to make new wounds,ones that never have a chance to scar?what brings a girl to search out strong rafters,with neck swinging on her mind?what evil dreams make a worthy meal of shotgun ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 18:41:00 GMT |
