When Through My Nostrils Water Displaces Breath

[emophobe77]

In Los Angeles in winter it pours rain on boy urchins, striations of fiber decompose, my body anchored by a mesh of words. The Sunday Times in my mouth doesn't make me newsworthy. All these boys and only island societies, none of us to repopulate the earth. I said it would end with me, bathed in chaos, on a payphone. When my mother left I told her

Comments

[explodingsunset]

that was a good read.

[emophobe77]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[shards4shekina]

this is really good. i mean the writing. the flow and return of it. (though i don't know what a stiatation is?)

oh well that's because..

[emophobe77]

-I edited it. What i meant was striations. Since now it reads with a real word, you probably know what I'm talking about now. But just incase, for those who don't, striations are little channel like grooves that often come in paralells. As I understand it's a pattern; a sort of arrangement.

[lucers]

i love the picture, did you make it?

[emophobe77]

no, unfortunately im not quite the visual artist as i am with words. The artwork was done by Tisha Edwards, a painter from North Carolina.

[anonymous]

I appreciate your writing, and your taste in art.

- don't have a lj

you dont know me.

[yankeethomas]

i just randomly clicked on your livejournal. the painting is very sensual. it makes me feel dirty. in a good way.