When |
When we have run out of canned tomato sauceWhen the candles have all burned downWhen the nails against the door grow looseWhen your eyes from prolonged fear protrudeWhen we have stopped sleeping chest...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:47:00 GMT |
Little Room |
..............
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There is little room for more pain in here
said the woman from the floorher leg bent at an odd angle
even for a middle aged woman.
.. ..
There is little room le...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:28:00 GMT |
My love is like International Politics |
I tell youIm not a cuddlerso you knowthat me touching your armis likeThe Israelis and the Palestinians putting down their weaponsand creating one peaceful, secular societyearth-shaking, time-stopping...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 12:02:00 GMT |
You are Poppies |
When they come for youTell them you are poppiesYou are StyrofoamShow them the scars you carry from paper cutsTell them you are weakAnd sorryPress into their palms stones smoothed by the oceanTell them...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 15:52:00 GMT |
Kiss the Concrete |
Take timeTo fall away and kiss concreteSound the long gone gongThere are cracks in the stones you walk onAnd sand on the beach where there used to be mountainsYou too are a mountainTake the time to br...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 07:21:00 GMT |
Im telling you stories |
My girlfriend tells meshe is scared of walking on needlesThat when she closes her eyesthe ground beneath her is covered in needlesSmall as confidenceSharp as sadnessThese failed needles waiting to fin...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:47:00 GMT |
I am |
I am light
I am beauty-breaking-down
I am too-still-stillness
I am falling
I am often wrong
I am learning to speak
I am learning to seek
open spaces
I am fault lines in shaking ground
I am beneath co...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:51:00 GMT |
Stone Gods |
last Spike in the coffinYour empty chestIs a cavernWhere my memory of farm-safe-havencan lie safe and un-bubble-burstYour legsAre rocketsWhere I pack my dreams of true Blue tight like colonists in hop...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 17:49:00 GMT |
Bound |
I must be gone and live
or stay and die
Shakespeare
Here I am all unbound
The night has unravelled and...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 16:14:00 GMT |
virtual distance |
i see you again on the number 14i sit across from youbut you don't notice meyou arestill plugged in and dreaming
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 09:31:00 GMT |
