andrew jackson |
get off your high horseand come along with me.fire's on the horizon,and the birds are out to sea.mother's on the doorstepwhile I'm in the rain.where we are goingwe don't feel no pain.my eyes are on ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 07:04:00 GMT |
old age |
passports to floridaand glen canyon.we will manicureour lawns in the desert,in the twilights of our lives.pale cinema sunsets,walking our corgi,trying to reclaimthe youth we never had,the times we n...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 01:07:00 GMT |
sawdust |
find myself a way in again,or I'll find myself right out.we're all hemmed in in a way, my friend,you don't have to shout.midnight sun frozen on a pedal rungkeeps me up late at night.prodigal son, th...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:00:00 GMT |
beyond the standard model |
small black holeson the tip of your noseblinking in and outof existence.never knowingboth where or how,accuracy is hiddenby precision.there, of course,are older godswith no allegianceto new atrocities...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 19:18:00 GMT |
winter solace |
buried in the silt,underneath our footprintsthat leave a trail where nothing grows.near the clinewhere the terraceand floodplain meet.thermals soar upwardin spring and summer;only frozen whispers now....
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
a dedication |
3 a.m.cold front passing through,two days till armistice day&for Chak Tok Ich'aak, or "Great Burning Claw" of Tikaland "Fire is Born", or Siyaj K'ak'.
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 19:18:00 GMT |
second hand |
these stains on my eyes,these subtle days in which years pass away.a world behind, words remindlike those hours spentwrapped in the moment,carved out by second handsin sanitary classrooms.pinned again...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
dead reckoning |
this is the diaspora of my soul.this is one last dead reckoning.tonight the sky will not open for me.a brokered compromise,a broken promise realized,these are keeping from sleep.these are obscuring my...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 19:04:00 GMT |
fasting |
fasting, spread out against the ethereal sky, failing cold-tempered heavens in fragments, each piece settling like a subtle spring frost, icy and detached, headlong as gravity's victim. cleaved the s...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 10:52:00 GMT |
the red room |
down at the red roomat the end of the hall,something intangible remains.dolefully sustained in netherstate,a reminder of some disobedience and mistake.Belial contrives and continues the samein sin i...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 11:56:00 GMT |
