we're left glowing like the fluorescent lights overhead after days spent in rooms with cold linoleum floors and blank walls, secreting, whispering with the murmurs of every hour. numbness grows on you. i realise we could be sitting thigh to thigh, hip to hip with foreheads touching, fingers intertwined (or even your fucking hand up my skirt)...and ( Read more... )

there are so many songs for today. it is sixty degrees outside and perfectly grey. reminds me of germany in spring. but this is florida's autumn. i dont feel like delving into my pseduo-poetic word jumbles. so ill give my shot at being straightforward. a bit more real. this afternoon i sat downtown...crocheting (my new addiction), talking, watching ( Read more... )

the day is the strangest. all these people are sunlit ghosts, let loose. who knows the shapes they take on at night.

this is my (notsogradual) wearing down.

i admit
im scared of sounding these syllables even tho i know you can strip them of their assigned meaning
and you've got nothing. its just dead blank verse ringing.

hello november, there is too much to do and i feel like im always waking up with a bloody nose.

doors swing in october air, dying for sound and we go over it again: the dull lot, the silent round. i get hungry talking at the wind, watching the dry pots and cupboards, waiting for the word. i'm cleaning spotless glasses, expecting absent guests who never come here. i sleep deep in lies, waking naked to a marrying wish. what do i fill with? ive ( Read more... )

i've spent too much time living in other people's words. i wrote in the beginning and the end (what i deemed appropriate or simply inevitable) and erased the memories in between. i slap on some eyes, a crooked mouth, give myself a name...and soon enough ill be a living room revolutionary, dreaming under the sound of television static. there's not ( Read more... )

all of these words are bound to shut me out.

im squeezing life out of loss, laughing only out of some strange sort of sadness or an uneasy something lapping in my stomach. the mornings are cold, the days are hot...and everything seems a bit askew when i wake up with cold fingers and feet, but by noon my sweater's gone & i'm sweating and no longer digging fingers into pockets. today i made ( Read more... )

space mutilates space, infinity splits in half, divides itself into even pieces. and we're all doing backbends beneath this backdrop. its quite ridiculous to stretch ourselves so thin, until we're clearly frazzled and hazy eyed and we've become the messages in our brains, the successive firing of synapses ( Read more... )

im feeling much like a pieced together version of myself. dismembered and disjointed is what ive always known. im a mess (and that seems to be a constant...cant you tell by the darting eyes, muddled conversations?) a fucking restless mind spilling with unrecorded thoughts. scraps of construction paper in primary colours. arms and legs stuck on with ( Read more... )