The Ghost has no home |
and I want to run away with the carnival.I have no abnormalities, no special skills, but I have great potential to be a damn good drunkard!
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 16:51:00 GMT |
A strange form of life. |
I am so tired of not knowing what I want to do with my life. I wish there was a self-help book for this sort of thing. I'm ridiculous.
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 11:33:00 GMT |
Andskotans Hellvítis Djöfull. |
To your left, can you see it? No, not that - look, the light in the field. Can you see it now? Fucking eerie, it wasn't there before. A lantern? No, it's a phantasm, completely in your mind. Just like...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 21:02:00 GMT |
In a little while, I'll be gone. |
I don't know where I'm going.
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 16:17:00 GMT |
Lame steed. |
I am unable to sleep, so I revived a recent memory.I silently sat in the car, waiting for her to return with the groceries. A monstrous truck parked a few spaces away, and I coolly watched with bated ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 02:03:00 GMT |
Warm on the battlefield. |
Note: An old piece I wrote back in 10th grade. Just came across it today. Thought I might post it. The setting is war, two soldiers stranded in the middle of a deserted battle field."Let's hold hands,...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:35:00 GMT |
Chinatown |
Something quick I wrote while I was sitting in a tea house in Chinatown. Nothing proper, just a trail of thoughts and images.Exiting through the rod iron doorway, breath held until the tub of frogs an...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 21:15:00 GMT |
Moi non plus. |
I feel weird.Night's light is encircling me, eating me whole and I'm lost and maybe asleep but conscious all the same and I lose reality in a slipping view of my life. This is what I feel; this is wha...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 11:27:00 GMT |
Vulture’s Promise. |
She passes by my view, a liquid shadow beneath moon and star, and I'm temporarily blinded. Blotch, spot, stain. I realize my vision is still impaired. Can you remove this cold darkness from my eyes? I...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 18:49:00 GMT |
An isolated place. |
My speakers are rattling & I love the sound of a rain shower. Serge Gainsbourg is cooing, & now I'm staring at red lights across the screen. Tu t'appelles comment? Melody. Melody comment? Melody Nelso...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 17:18:00 GMT |
