- i am different, heavier ( Read more... )

i waited up.
it got light & you did not come.
so i went to sleep.
sorry.

Stealing Flame

I took her out for eyeliner.
- yes, it's this brand. - burns of neglect
then a dark red dye of ashes, applied lightly onto her cheeks, where casual shadows elope. It is a dry, pallid flame from a lone, pious candle on a windowsill bereft of paint.
- beautiful.
- this?
- yes, yes, yes. - quickly!The striking clock chimed with my ( Read more... )

i yearn for some warm body between my arms. just a touch where the black, sequined gown falls to the small of her back, my chin by the nape of her neck ( Read more... )

"Principalities of the mind, bordered by neither circling seas nor steadfast peak, where the idea is truely sovereign ( Read more... )

i will take a photo of someone eating ice cream on a hot day and title it " the anxiety of attaining or consuming that which is perishable ( Read more... )

the prospects for new lovesomeone planted the fields ( Read more... )

servitude to the unknown

grim and meagre scraps dust
the dried up patella dish of
experience, we bend our
arms and place it on our
accepting palms, balance
it just right as if it were important
and carry it through to the
absent master, never
dropping it until we find him
or simply tire, and give it
to the permanent ground

unknowables My laptop, each time it starts up, whirs - it reminds me of the espresso machine. The fan in my laptop cools it down and it whirs just like the espresso machine and the noise of the steam moving through the pipes at a high pressure. i have heard these things before. i press the button and the sound comes. something inside i cannot see ( Read more... )

your body wears a dust,
with impatience, its
knuckle and fingerprint
contort for a white
glint or snap,
let it live, the body sets
its own trap.