"I feel faint and disconnected" |
I just got my blood taken.I don't think that they are giving it back.Hospital-woodfloor-white wall,Cold metal table, doctors on call, for patients with Enough patience to wait in the room called the w...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 12:46:00 GMT |
Pitch BENT TILL broke |
Like a doorworn holes from new attemptsAt keeping closed,Holding whats in, inYear after year.--Cut new slots DEEPto keep it all locked up,latched tight. Locks of lost loves Rust and breakLeaving me o...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 22:44:00 GMT |
Bum-bum TISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. |
La-la.Laaaaa-la.Na-na-naaaaBum-bup. TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSpreading Wildfire like diseaseFrom person to person.Worthy handshakeFaithLove andPeace.Burning hearts heretoforPlaye...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 09:03:00 GMT |
breathe, cough, breathe---the life of the young and living streets |
By Andrew Samuelson 4/19/07We walked the streets, wrappedIn 4x6 photos of the past.Cars running fast throughStreets to destinations unknown.We puffed at porous surfaces,Effacing the night in plumes...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 07:59:00 GMT |
Cough, cough, cough |
The cigarettes are smoking at the skyAnd I--Burning like their Red Hot TipsAche with anticipation ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 17:18:00 GMT |
the terminal- monologue? |
They always said that I was mature for my age. In the past 3 years, not a day passed without someone saying, "You've got an old soul" or, "You act SO mature for your age!" I take it on the chin late...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 16:15:00 GMT |
bitte |
Nails bit teeth of passionous-- poisoned night turned daylight,Right before the break of dawn of dirty doings. We woke upon our backs against the wall of body heat.
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 16:08:00 GMT |
Winter Woes |
The distance between the windAnd that which used to hold it back is Slim and nameless.ChangeTwo weeks, whisperingCold, Screaming pastYour tired, reeling head.HairUnwashedTeethForget itTar and cemen...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 01:41:00 GMT |
moons over my hammy |
Goodnight moonIm tired of sleeping below theReflected light of some sunSlightly too brightly shining to Watch. So I'll watch youToo true, said youThis is the color of my lightIts blue through the morn...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:50:00 GMT |
brownie points |
i always tell her "Good night"when I'm walking out the doorat ten while she sits cross-legged, indian-style on the floorAnd I never thoughtanything of itwhen I walked to my carthat I may be the only o...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 18:21:00 GMT |
