In the Garden (poem) |
... Just a tad overdramatic :p
Warning... not for the faint of heart.
In the Garden
"In the garden, in the garden,"the words seep from my mouth like tainted honey.
"Drink the nectar," from a rotted su...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 11:14:00 GMT |
You don't Drink (poem) |
Wrinkled shirt of human flesh stoops against the bricks
shadows stretch
ripple over pebbles in the street,
our street,
our bed of hardened tar that soaks in six o'clock
but reflects three am.
...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 00:09:00 GMT |
Drawing Each Other (poem) |
Drawing Each Other I Touch the smooth cold curve that forms your face I cradle these lines drawn in the skin beneath Black eyes that drop like petals to my hands drift to the ground your breath in...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 08:00:00 GMT |
Storm (poem) |
I finally wrote another poem... it has been a long time... a very long time!
A restless midday storm erased
her patterns in this cold grey sand,
and now its twisted vines replace
the crawling ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 10:08:00 GMT |
Staccato of self |
We areinnebriated by the sharp staccato of selfin a song of desire.
I remember being restless in that way when hands grow tired of flesh,and ache for prickling sharps and flatson hills of autumn weeds...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 16:22:00 GMT |
Short poem |
Don't try this at home...
Weary
Snow as soft as willow down
black streets come undressed
pillows gather by the road
so you might lay
your weary head to rest.
Snowflakes soft like meadow...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 09:43:00 GMT |
Poem Diddly Olm |
Here's the latest poem. I don't write them so often, but when I do, I mean it!! Funny how they often start sentimental and end kind of urgent and gloomy. Since I don't feel that way i...
Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 14:46:00 GMT |
MSN Mssgr on a Sun night |
Matt says:can you imagine if i performed a magic trick for youMatt says:and i was like look in my handsMatt says:and then you were likeMatt says:oh woah he is going to make a dove appear from his hand...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 21:22:00 GMT |
Schmirk |
I'm starving. Why am I starving? It's 10 am and I ate at like 7. *grumble grumble* that is unignorably hunger. Weird.
Anyway, I don't post blogs much. Not even on my loivejour...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 10:24:00 GMT |
Once, on the Plains of Schpoonerville, |
There lived a young prince named Pootah. "Hebeest!" Cried Pootah to his voluptous lady-friend. "Once and for all I have discovered the philosophy that will save us from sufferin...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Dec 2005 14:23:00 GMT |
