Condominium, Room 411, After A Day of Fixing

12:04 A.M.

The lights are out, save for the monitor screen.

In the bedroom, on the bed,
my friend and his lover
are fast asleep dreaming different dreams
arms locked around each other.

I, on the other hand,
am in front of the computer,
jaw resting on my open palm.

I down a bottle of ice cold
Red Horse
as I ( Read more... )

A Hymn, A Curse, Memories

I call them by their names

and pronounce every phoneme like a kiss
carefully gentle on my lips.

I trace it from my lungs, my chest, the letters
that spell who they are;
every sound said with such
clarity as if I have said them over and over

and over again.

Practice makes perfect,
they say; and believe me, there's nothing else

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and I trash what I have to trash.
It's simple, really.

Shit. March 30. This is it.
Denouement is pouring into The Conclusion!

I've been dreading April for quite some time now, but here it is!
Give me your best shot!

Ha! Cryptic pseudo-drunk entry. Eat your heart out.

I'm thrilled for what's to come ahead.

Symbols

It's an alibi, and excuse
reused and abused
over and over again

Metaphors, sheets under which I hide
Inside, I reside -- I died
in trying to keep it from you

Do you know of the things
that sing in the trappings
of my hopelessly falling self?

They're trying to be heard,
these words, in the world
of things I offer to you --

Each gift a symbol, a sign
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The Inanity of Fate and Love

They say it never happens to people in this house;
a chance meeting, a fated encounter.
We all thrive in windows, peering desperately through light
and deciphering what seem like words
forming in the shadows of the trees outside.

No one knows of the truth; the jalousies
are new but frosted.

And then a strange wind,
a door ( Read more... )

Hello 5-day vacation! The beaches are calling me. But alas, no plans and no money to fulfill none-plans.

I want sand under my feet, saltwater crashing a few steps away, seabreeze through my hair, and a fantastic tan. RIGHT NOW.

Hmm.

The moon last weekend was so beautiful. The moon always is, with his borrowed faint silver glow casting soft light over everything. The moon is always so magical -- and so bittersweet ( Read more... )