a letter from my mother ( Read more... )

and what must it be like to have you, i wonder, bloom in my hands like a quiet narcissus ( Read more... )

everyone tells me i have my auntie jean's eyes ( Read more... )

when a key of yours is out there lost on some street, when you can't tell if you actually did crack your skull open skateboarding, when you still hold no one but you responsible for your own broken hearts, you know stuff is probably at least a little fucked up

my deuces are wild, the tree is on fire, and i got nothin but sun to give back to you

i can't decide what to do with this match. what do i do with this match ( Read more... )

i wanted to give you something, actually, but in the end nothing seemed quite good enough. i wrapped the sun the moon and the stars up even, and still somehow it didn't seem enough for you, so out of their cloth skybag i took them, carefully returned them to their places though it burned my hands ( Read more... )

please smile at me ( Read more... )

as you might have noticed by now, when you look into the sky between the hours of four and six pm there is usually a tiny, tiny glove-shaped object hovering above, directly above your head i should say, thousands and then some odd miles above your head, appearing to flex its fingers in the air in a beckoning motion to you and your kind (mostly you ( Read more... )

i am taking this warm blood shower ( Read more... )

gemstones being crushed under my feet sound orchestral at this time of night, i can hear red moving like a thunderstorm of blood cells, i can see green leaves and feathers inside of sounds all wrapped up and stowed away in this silk cloth bag ( Read more... )