Don't think I haven't waited. Think anything else, but don't think I haven't waited. At late midnight, in a house with no lights, my thoughts were turning fanblades, but there was no air that night. Hate really is real. It has real enough claws to perch closer and closer. And in the nighttime vacuum, I'm short on breath and not escaping.

starlight vibrates like dust fallen on my eye, stays put on a pallet of january amber, and falls to the ground around a pile of wet ashes. it was the constant drone that shook it from me, and it managed me to love a desert island love. a love rigid and not yet exposed to dust, a new scale not ready for a feather.

The steamed pane glowed from the backdrop moon like a two-by-two square sun sitting next to you in the passenger seat. In the foreground we were found held still in a cast of radio lights and sound. I wasn't thinking of death when I began to undress, but my unhinged belt wrapped the thought around my neck. Summer swearing comes freely cause we ( Read more... )

What’s growing fainter is my lachrymose cry for help and its canyon-wall echo off my iron prison door. It’s my third morning in three days coming down from an indescribable high-coming down from my perch on the prison roof. I overlook a postcard from freedom’s resort, addressed to the hole in my prison door.

Trying to undream a dreary dream that only Winter may produce, I stumbled and caught myself and continued forth towards still another dreary hallway. Right foot before left only helped my confusion along, so I then shut my eyes - I was saddened from the past - and turned a cold bronze knob and flipped my lively corpse around the edge of a half- ( Read more... )

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The West Coast's echoes help to maintain this lulled state ( Read more... )

I'm the fresh new face in this lachrymose clinic. My pride gives off light, grows weak, buries itself in snow. My walking to you calls for the jungle theme of tearing paper into pieces atop my high head. Every step is a ladder in this goddamn double-helix of a hallway. I approach feeling betrayed when I catch you with your eyes away, but has a kiss ( Read more... )

Last night I found myself lost ( Read more... )

Sunday River trip was awesome today.
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