a p(aw)romise |
bring me the beastslit slick black lips andlunar slips for eyes ibelong in a sunrise myfeet aren't fit towaltz where we shit andi am full of sighs besides surprised by guttural cries mymouth agape i d...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 16:22:00 GMT |
little words. |
i wonder,were there feet before yours, anddid you put them in my peripheralson purpose? always glimpsinga hot gold blast of light, bangles on a tiny wrist, your feet move just like this, you know (yo...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 15:59:00 GMT |
because who doesn't get the blues? for bonanza, for sissy. |
dream girls in ditches envisionbundles of barbed wire biting, charming charcoaled palms, erect oiled engines andscented cinders flushing firm fleshy skin; remnants from the ext[he]inct(complete with a...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:35:00 GMT |
moooon man, mine. |
whatever entity you indulge indid not skimp on skin,bathed in brine,smacking of seasalty-sweet,pearly.please part mywayward waves,beacon me home,with your looping light,shattering brightness,and i wil...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:46:00 GMT |
you sound like mermaids, you look like light. |
i love you like imprints in dust, sunlit and silent,marks like little moonson the window sill,still,an empty room partially patterned withflooding light,like lace,like lattice.tan-tented sun glint,not...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 07:42:00 GMT |
trinkets borrowed from the forgotten dialect of the heart. |
"my joy is the same as twelve ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.""my love is a hundred pitchers of honey." a.the bend in your belly,curves like canyons,puts my palms at peace;so so ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 04:46:00 GMT |
i find you striking, i am struck (by want). |
your warbled words are wondrous,they have me thumping thunderous,my fingers fold (oh, nervousness)the cresting crashing thrust of suchinnate ornate absurdities,i want my mouth against your teeth,your ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 04:44:00 GMT |
"what we were once" |
"i'll spurt words that feel like flesha raw and bloody messand you'll waver while I cut thesewords like razors that pareyour girlhood to the bone"(urquhart 2/14/06)sometimes i feel utterly, helplessly...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 14:03:00 GMT |
