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i dream of sleep
My only ambition is to disappear. Swallow every sound I ever made, retrieve every footprint I left behind. Undo every shape I cut into the air. I want to help these people finish forgetting. The Earth looks so old in moonlight. Sunrise begins another round of searching and regretting. It's so hard to find a place where no one goes. -
a hotel in Manhattan
I'm at a hotel in Manhattan having a "drink" in the middle of the day. It's white and slick outside and I'm staying my ass inside and watching daytime tv and reality shows because it's my mini 24-48 hour vacation and I'm gonna do what I want ( Read more... ) -
In last night's dream
In last night's dream, I played with a pretty lady in a tub of warm water. It's the best dream I've had in a while. I have no idea who she was. But I miss her. -
before it goes out
I waste another conversation. And then the years ( Read more... ) -
reaching through the curtains to shake a skinny fist at the neighbor kids
I rescue yellowed paperbacks from the trunk of a car abandoned in Queens. I return downtown later in the morning and watch an Asian woman sitting alone across the street, sunlight shining on her black nylons. I take a room in a ruined hotel with dark green walls. It smells like old rain. I begin thumbing through the first paperback, a southern ( Read more... ) -
And then the heat.
I suck on poisonous clouds way up in a pink sky. After the Earth has died. I surrender my headache to bells and ashes. I wish I could photograph my memories of you. You lifting up your dress in front of me. The taste of you. My mouth pressed against your neck. The coolness of your thigh. And then the heat. -
(Untitled)
i write this for you, girly figure cutting across my field of vision, smoking cigarettes with your secret or not so secret book laying between us. everything that is between you and i has already been written. it is apparent in the face of Mars like a mountain chain, and i'm half drunk, half on you and half on beer, and nothing, nothing will ( Read more... ) -
broadcast (for Jenny Longitude)
I would hold your hand in the fog. If you let me. I'll take mystery over clarity, any day. But I'll lead you to the thinning edges--if you wish. Or closer to the center--where horns sound in all directions and no direction. Hide with me in the lighthouse. And listen to the day come down. Sit close together and listen to the moon's emergency -
Writer's Block: 9/11
english class sitting in back of bianca jerez
yup -
wintergreen
If you need me, I'll be out here. Drinking wine between the trees at dusk. All the best radio programs begin broadcasting after dark. I'll be out here. Way out here. In low hum and low light. I'll drink enough to sleep past everything. And dream of my hands on your skin, my face in your hair.