systematic - erasing organs
from bodies: your heart, my lungs.
i have never seen lights so bright;
that isn't a star, this isn't our bed.
we lay like cool lovers on operating
tables.

i wish we had changed our locks,
i wish we had changed our faces.

this rain brings the smell of cocaine
and you swore you didn't like it.
the systematic slice of the surgeon's
( Read more... )

black hole
419 // PG
for Feb 6th.
Patrick and Pete gen. I actually wrote this about a week ago, but I haven't had time to post it up. By the way, Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
By the way, I don't any of this, and I don't claim to know the boys. Good thing this is, y'know, fiction.

Patrick gets a call at one o’clock in the morning from a shaky Pete. He ( Read more... )

To say that their nice, comfy bus had broken down would be an understatement. To say that their nice, comfy, bus had exploded and hit a tree would be a more accurate description. Patrick kept telling him that was a gross exaggeration, but Pete wasn’t really sure it was.

If you asked Joe what had happened, he would tell you he didn’t know - he ( Read more... )

Patrick doesn't know where they are anymore. The roads have twisted and curved into themselves and Patrick doesn't know up from down.

You’re drowning me!

He wants to yell it out, but he isn’t sure the words would make it past his lips, his throat. The air around him feels dense and constricting and he wonders, briefly, when it got this bad ( Read more... )

( I'm going to make my mark on this city. )

your hands: all slow moves
and tight grasps. fingering a
collar, lip prints pressed
cherry-red and heaving on
white material.

there was never a right time.

this was you, face-pressed
to glass and frost, waiting.
this was you, eyes fogged
and lips drawn, tight lines.
(is this a cry or something -

worse?)

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I have a fever of like, 100F. I feel gross, and ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, everyone! I hope 2007 sees you well. What's gonna happen for me this year? Well, I'm graduating (May 19!), college starts (August 20!), and I'm moving out of the house (Thank God ( Read more... )

( scratching at compact disk labels and the back of your head )