We will dream theatrical trailers before anyone even notices ( Read more... )

March favorably on into the mechanical streets with a nice new suit and tie. Each step will draw strings closer in on the radiant new you. Pad softly as the sand smoothes under your feet, shuffle aimlessly over loose gravel, skip through a garden patch with decor and if you stop to smell the roses, you'll be late, and they'll beat you. Run the ( Read more... )

Run straight through the defense. There are no arms held out, no stiff upper lips or failing hearts. There are no rigged contests or dallying beams. There are no contradictions ( Read more... )

time is a burst. every so often it gets up the momentum to make the next step, and so all rolls its dice and moves forward. sometimes the result is, 'go back three spaces'. we see from a construction of these moments, not ever aware of the energy and reality in our own movements. each muscle in our body waits- sometimes we're in slow motion, ( Read more... )

at some point i wake and find myself with a mission of sorts. usually it's to find more dreamily sweet intoxication. drinking's my only option these days, and you, You. a tenuous uncertain, wishing i knew who, You. there's something quite wrong with how everything floats around in my head. part of this is you, and all the other yous that might ( Read more... )

keep on saying these things. keep on releasing all your pets, giving away all your possessions. are you really giving things away so you can be temporarily homeless? are you giving it all up for possibility ( Read more... )

misting the dawn is a difficult process ( Read more... )

I don't know how I didn't realize, or why I didn't try harder. She was, apparently, little aware of how I felt about her. The biggest crush, caring and wishing there was at all a possibility for having the capacity to care more. Only a glimpse at someone can't give room for love. It's like a shot of whiskey, burning but then, of course it was ( Read more... )

Stranglegasp wide-eyed shock awakening, crying for mommy. It's three in the morning. You are asleep next to me, but as I wake from these dreams I'd rather you weren't. You were there, and so was she, harboring something I couldn't identify for so much more than a grappling hook. It isn't how I want to imagine you as we prepare for tomorrow's ( Read more... )

John and I walk along the edge of the pool, holding hands. It is a bright day. It is a short day. Being in Alaska in winter means hour long days, lingering in the space of many mere moments in the lives of the rest of the nation, clinging to a television somewhere in the hopes that each episode will bring them closer to understanding. Or at ( Read more... )