Snow |
Sliding inside andsoftening callsThe alabaster eveningpaints change on the wallsLighted and open,each window shines brightIn dances of sweetnessAnd gleaming delightAbove me she staresThrough a low smo...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 09:22:00 GMT |
Ubiquitous |
Whirling in a perfect posture of fear falling fast and free into loveBiting down and straight through the center of time and that which sees me whole Into every layer flying through holes to other hin...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 14:21:00 GMT |
recommended site |
http://learningtoloveyoumore.com
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 15:49:00 GMT |
some older stuff I wrote |
AinWhat is this sordid residue of flaccid face?Who is this morose member who flies from without?The ego holds fast to the fear of dissolution while above, there chases stars of purple light in a golde...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 18:04:00 GMT |
Will |
What is perfection?Cheesecake, crack babies, loud farts, compound fracures, wailing orgasms, throwing the cat, wasting an afternoon, watching someone cry, beating up a drunk, grinding the gears, bakin...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 17:29:00 GMT |
Carried |
blue in greenmusic that makes you want to put your feet up and your face down and have a smoke even though you don't smoke. wondering about the time ticking away this evening of human-nesslettin...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 20:05:00 GMT |
Hail |
In love with the world, I read the words through which he expresses
Her majesty and mirth and the goddess's caresses.
Enamored of the glory through which I fling myself each day
Forth and danc...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 09:30:00 GMT |
You, Me, and Mereology |
I only wanted to impress you. I held on every day to the little things I did without thinking about how it would effect other people. I never really did anything like anyone else - I did things ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 19:04:00 GMT |
untitled |
Of the boundlessness and infinite dawns of my bounteous land
I know of the forcefulness with which I have thrust my thoughts upon you
I push to flow you over so that I may receive,
Of this Ive spoke...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 21:07:00 GMT |
The Age Old Question... |
If a Care Bear farted would it smell like burnt marshmallows?
Posted by on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 20:50:00 GMT |
