some other home |
Alone at home and the sun's too brightThe bus ride here took a wrong-way leftdown a memory I'd forgotten
Fallen birds with purple wings and gleaming skinCarpet on my feet like sandfe...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 10:54:00 GMT |
something lost |
Your pulse is the river I bathed inthat carried me out to seaI can still hear the waves when I sleepBroken in two you were never so beautifulas the day you returned, disguising your heart and denying ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 10:07:00 GMT |
Shepard’s Rock |
On Shepard's Rock he turned to stone.He'd had enough, his mind was blown.Forever leaving brainwashed eyes, the morbid daydreams in disguise, the sordid hopes and alibis. They drove him mad, as you can...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 15:14:00 GMT |
prophets |
The prophets are in the corn fields and the swamps. In the middle of every night they waitin cheap one-room housing or squatting in dirt The angels are coming with another word, feeling for you in sle...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 17:48:00 GMT |
two weeks |
She asked me once what I would do if I was told I only had two weeks to live. It was winter and, feeling pretty dead already, nothing came to mind. So, she told me what she would do. She spoke be...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:46:00 GMT |
