forty seconds to midnight ( Read more... )

the monster in my brain sleeps soundly
flexes and folds with the seconds
around my breath,
waiting in the space between

wanting
denial written on my tongue
lies carved inside
every pore, a spectacle
erasure
so goes the laughter in my eyes

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wanting to believe ( Read more... )

enamored by light at sunset ( Read more... )

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32 seconds. 32323232313130thirtythirtytwentynine ( Read more... )

i want to be the piano
in your head
spinning keys
on an axis
an exaltation
mechanical,
melodic

a frozen cadence
of existence

before the tempo slows to nothing
and i become
boxed in
nails scratching so faintly
at the creases on your heart
that the melody dies
before it begins

The rain was falling at a steady pace now, in weighty exertions that seemed capable of bending the pavement to their will if the vindictive Creator deemed it necessary. Here, in the alleyways of the city's consciousness (or lack thereof,) there was little to no cleansing involved in a rain shower. If anything, the dust and smog that rose from the ( Read more... )

My mind spins like a kaleidoscope, and somewhere there is a chime being tossed lackadaisically about by the breeze. I can hear it, just barely, and as usual I wonder if it's meant to be musical accompaniment for the birds ( Read more... )