red tar collects between my legs,
with this visual que i remember
"blood is a waste of human potential"

coterminous ( Read more... )

Your name is a hammer on my sterum,
each letter pounds out the longitude we have between the west/east coast ocean fronts.
Meet me in Panama, salt water is neutral there.

they diluted the talent pool.

So I guess "The Winter Blues" comes with the weather feeling like winter. I'm not opposed to winter being winter. I live in the North East, our seasons are historically tangibly different. Since this winter has been a-typical everything is all confused. Today on the way to Target & food shopping I noticed that the Crocuses are budding. I told them ( Read more... )

i've been wondering about what type of writer i want to be.
i'm okay enough to impress non-writers and the less talented, but not good enough to stand with serious professionals.
i'm not brave enough to run away and be a poet, i'm not brave enough to do more than use words.

There are times where I remind myself of who I am not by playing the part. Bit by bit I am stripped of adjectives and verbs and turned into an unpronounced noun. I know better than to regret, and I know that I have a tendency to forget, and I know that mistakes are reminders of lesson learned. The things I know and policies I have. To be definite, ( Read more... )

Let's get off topic.

You can be the brillant artist
the stunning suicide
the diverse hustler
You can be anything you want
or is that just me, a child of the 80's
I was raised to be self actualized
Were you born to be a theif?To have that hustle move you each morning ( Read more... )

Let me tell you about art - it's lonely
poetry is lonely
and loving you is lonely
keeping company with pigments, letters, pens, brushes, words
i could cover the distance between new york and california
if i laid my new friends end to end

I still think about you when it counts
which seems to be between 12am, 1am, and my legs.