kissing pigs and burning rye... |
our love is a secret...only washed with fists and throats...decade later...distanced between freeways and loans...misses the wet smile from the shower, pasty and freckled,but my hair is thinning, and ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Sep 2009 01:29:00 GMT |
i want my fucking clothes back...please... |
he drinks to remember how he drank to forget.her ankles on his shoulders,his fingers in her mouth.she sleeps just to sleep,the sleep of reason,which produces lovers...anyone can tell you that.That hal...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 00:12:00 GMT |
i don't have a phone, but i'll be here... |
it's not your fault that for a year i've daydreamed in tragedy and eulogy,but this is a declaration of friendship, and a document of my fears.all of my words add up to nothing.it's your broken heart y...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 01:26:00 GMT |
staggerswallowswell |
and i swear i tried to find the light in this.i held my breath for as long as i could hold on.you've known i'm not much for complaining.but there's not much left of me.this winter got the best of me.d...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 14:49:00 GMT |
dreams in black and white... |
can't shake the screen fromscreaming "fuck" as the streamof salt will run like wiskey down my throat.the arm raise will be backthe day the wheels lift,tilted slur to a mourned grey sky.only to know an...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 00:49:00 GMT |
and never the two shall meet... |
to the one true God above,here is my prayer.not the first you've heard,but the first i've wrote.not the first ,but the others,were a long time agothere are two people here,and i want you to kill them....
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 23:30:00 GMT |
i hadn't pissed in anyone's room for a long while now... |
for weeks now,you run and you talk in your sleep.you shook me awake to announce,you're never alone.spring was confusing,a little bit scary.summer was much of the same.by winter, you run with the night...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
Towering Flesh |
she frolics through the rainwhispering love insaneher kisses exit throughheart-shaped exit woundsher skin like flesh of angelsher blood my catholic wineit moves slowly through medisinegrates my spines...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 00:08:00 GMT |
time vs. disillusion |
all work and no play has made Marcus a dull boy.backs seem left as perciverance forward.shotput ball light as ever with feet stuck in sand.quit to regain.wait to remain.my light hasn't gone out.fuel a...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 01:17:00 GMT |
leaning the room... |
i stood on your stepswatched the blue filtershine trough blindsand i traced lines backwardsbegging to beforebottles spun us to bedand bitter kisses beat us to sleepand you can be sure that i'll be lea...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 22:54:00 GMT |
