You Are. the Palm tree in the Distance that Keeps me Awake.

What would  a Gypsy Princess do in a Hurricane?

The Vagueness of the Vagabond ( Read more... )

I came to the grounds
With a fury
                   in
                        my
                               mind.
MY dislocated arm
YOUR positive, reaction,
The crown on your head
That I couldn't read
My eyes blurred from not enough
Crying.

And we stepped on the stones
Which led to the brocken
Tables
Beneath the treehouses.
Of the past.
And we played at ( Read more... )

Because I have so many,
Often My Dreams
Collide with one
Another.
They crash to the ground
Like Kallidescopes exploding,
In a thousand shards or
Sharpened Pointed Cunning
Transparent Glass
Tearing at the wholes
The anger in society
Have already begun to shape
And change the darkest rules
Into a miraculous dance
Of people and animals
Deranged undisdained and ( Read more... )

CE PAUVRE JEUNE HOMME, SUR MA TOILE ( Read more... )

MY STRANGE EMBRACE

You stepped into a room painted blue
Where the angel of twist
Siezed your torn wrists
And dangled your legs over a would-be dance floor.

The humming music shook your mind
Into yelling to all the martini glasses held to their lips,
The twitches in their cheeks
The blurring faces,
''I am not who you think me to be! I am poor!''
And you sent ( Read more... )

He walked across park avenue ( Read more... )

What's his job?
-he builds Treehouse Furniture.
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I keep turning my face away from the stage and colouring closer to the lines.