So soft this day no longer breathes ( Read more... )

and as the candles burn upon their platforms, resting my eyes in this 95 degree midnight nest of my love for funny circumstances, nothing moves so swiftly as my mind's eye in its state of fixed on you ( Read more... )

crumbs scattered on a floor and cucumbers cut in the fashion of radishes plated on napkins folded like artichokes next to platters of roasted whole peppers stuffed with crushed olives ( Read more... )

memories oh pictures of you and memories and pictures of you found hidden in the back of a closet unvisited and left alone for so long and memories and memories and ( Read more... )

new job new vision new poem new lost love new lost faith new table new sandwich new tshirt new lost joy new patience new anxiety ( Read more... )

having sat down in the watermelon patch,

there was the sun and a bronze tall and belligerent man.

or was the sun merely mirroring

something.

damn.

delicious.

almost poetics i must say. as suddenly this were, if only it were, so close to finding it own reflection in a window. simply another of those inefficacious attempts at looking beyond present, thwarted by the light within the room. and if that light were to be made subtle, almost silent in its sacrosanct state of efficacious lambency, then still ( Read more... )

and there were a few things that i neglected to mention. sch as looking up when the sun has gone to sleep again. or exhausting the body in an effort to Find ( Read more... )

so early in the night do things recede to nothing drum beats beaten within the microcosm of unaffection ( Read more... )

like water in its falling state the sirens and the streetsigns all together bring out purples under moonlit night and sometimes i will sit there with a sniffle in my nose smoking my last or second to it cigarette on the porch imagining some soft passing wind when that soft passing wind is really just the idea made by the word wind when i wonder at ( Read more... )