you let scarcely 45 seconds pass
before i wanted to share my hand
with you.
it wasn't a mistake;
we went well together at the time.
i don't regret the time we spent
it's why you feel like both
yesterday and today;
the same texture
and all at the same time

we reach forward ( Read more... )

two large mugs ( Read more... )

the rain is intoxicating ( Read more... )

every night is a weekend
these days
another opportunity to practice
my art of parties

my words are
carefully chosen
until one to many drinks
and my tongue loosens,
reels and drops
into the familiar prose
of a drunkard

don't trust what i say or do
during parties in the night time
i know i don't

I regurgitate ( Read more... )

This is an old poem, co-written by my friend Caroline and I.

Tresses
1998

under the tower, i lay dreaming
as he worked himself in between me
i tried not to take notice
my heart throbbed juicy on my tongue
my ears closing out his breath
and my common sense impalled on the jagged crumbling corners.
soft corners of my mind reduced to fearful spikes
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my womb
which has birthed a thousand fleeting ships
adrift
yearns to break free of self imposed confinement

do you see what i see when i look into the mirror?
do you understand
that sometimes i am am ugly

but it never reaches my eyes

i gave up days ago.
for years i've been lost

break free

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alone inside a pigeon hole

not yet molting

he rots away his hope

and hides