go
good + evil
in relation
to
production waste
go
go
go
go
don’t sleep
or else you
will die
we see with
our mouths
as our
hands cry
and our eyes
grab at
everything
short term memory
doesn’t exist anymore
but we are much better
at telling
lies
now that we know how
to write.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
September 18th, 2007
honey + milk
Where we are.
What a question.
The curve of the back.
Milk, bone, soft.
honey + milk
bone plaster
smooth cream bone
curves under honey
+ milk skin.
pores are open. light
peachy fuzz dances
under fingertips
hair
like water
brushing the tips of
tendrils with
coarse fingers.
Where we are.
What a question.
The curve of the back.
Milk, bone, soft.
honey + milk
bone plaster
smooth cream bone
curves under honey
+ milk skin.
pores are open. light
peachy fuzz dances
under fingertips
hair
like water
brushing the tips of
tendrils with
coarse fingers.
September 18th, 2007
letters jump off the page
dance
and wander all over the furniture
the counters
she gazes out
ignores the tango in her head
a whirlpool in the middle of a lake
while you fish on a boat
cigarette and beer in hand
bored
blinded by the flashes of illumination
won’t pick up the pen
the dance goes on
she takes a deep breath
dance
and wander all over the furniture
the counters
she gazes out
ignores the tango in her head
a whirlpool in the middle of a lake
while you fish on a boat
cigarette and beer in hand
bored
blinded by the flashes of illumination
won’t pick up the pen
the dance goes on
she takes a deep breath
September 11th, 2007
wake
hiding below the soft folds of skin
blue orbs
brush my cheeks
spiders tiptoe across
my lashes
colors wind around spirals
and eyes flicker in the darkness
flutter open
and adjust
a window with a crystal
spinning in the middle
the sun shines through
clear
stretch and stand
movement in my legs
and I glide to the tiled box
where heaven
comes down
softness on warm skin
and a splash of cool water
carry me
out the door
and into reality
hiding below the soft folds of skin
blue orbs
brush my cheeks
spiders tiptoe across
my lashes
colors wind around spirals
and eyes flicker in the darkness
flutter open
and adjust
a window with a crystal
spinning in the middle
the sun shines through
clear
stretch and stand
movement in my legs
and I glide to the tiled box
where heaven
comes down
softness on warm skin
and a splash of cool water
carry me
out the door
and into reality
September 4th, 2007
suspended in air
with a flashlight
stepping on the water
faster. faster.
slowly but surely
footsteps gain
confidence
heading towards your place.
you are.
the place you are now
will always be
have always been
you are never not okay
tears finally fall down your
face
tears of relief
after all this time
the answer was so simple
it was right here all along
your eyes were closed for so long
now they have opened
you realize how beautiful every thing is
now that the light has been turned on
you toss the flashlight into the water
with a flashlight
stepping on the water
faster. faster.
slowly but surely
footsteps gain
confidence
heading towards your place.
you are.
the place you are now
will always be
have always been
you are never not okay
tears finally fall down your
face
tears of relief
after all this time
the answer was so simple
it was right here all along
your eyes were closed for so long
now they have opened
you realize how beautiful every thing is
now that the light has been turned on
you toss the flashlight into the water
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Tonsils
I now have no tonsils. After all these years of getting sick over and over again. I got my tonsils out yesterday. And boy am I in pain right now. I want more vicodin but I have to wait another hour to take any more and my throat is killing me. Yesterday I was still pretty doped up from being under so it wasn't so bad but today is worse. Tomorrow might be too. But then I should be on the up and up. I hope...
Anyhoo, I figured since I am encarcerated in my mother's house for 5-7 days I should get some writing done if I am feeling up to it. I have not posted anything in this blog in awhile and some friends have been asking for more. So here it is.
I read the new Harry Potter book in about 2 days. Hah. Yeah, I'm a bit of a geek but get over it. I also saw the movie about 3 days before the book came out so I was SET. I won't give any spoilers for any of you who have still not had the enjoyment of reading these books but all I have to say is AWESOME.
Okay, my tonsils..no lack there of, are hurting me. I am going to try to sleep. More - later
Anyhoo, I figured since I am encarcerated in my mother's house for 5-7 days I should get some writing done if I am feeling up to it. I have not posted anything in this blog in awhile and some friends have been asking for more. So here it is.
I read the new Harry Potter book in about 2 days. Hah. Yeah, I'm a bit of a geek but get over it. I also saw the movie about 3 days before the book came out so I was SET. I won't give any spoilers for any of you who have still not had the enjoyment of reading these books but all I have to say is AWESOME.
Okay, my tonsils..no lack there of, are hurting me. I am going to try to sleep. More - later
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Fuck
Fuck the world and fuck this poem. Fuck the beat poets. Fuck Gauguin. Fuck your hair and your stylish clothes. Fuck the man in the moon and his laughing eyes. Fuck your gorgeous brown hair and those lines in your hips. Fuck having sex. Fuck Allen Ginsberg. Fuck Anne Waldman and her fast-paced woman. Fuck going gentle into the good night. Fuck that tyger burning bright. Fuck cranberry juice and vodka. Fuck rice and beans and french fries. Fuck cell phones and balenciaga purses. Fuck skulls and pink and black. Fuck this rant and Vadi too. I want to say fuck fuck fuck fuck to you all. But remember – It’s not personal. I’ve had a rough night.
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