"It was a sensation, of course, of desire; but desire for what? . . . Before I knew what I desired, the desire itself was gone, the whole glimpse withdrawn, the world turned commonplace again, or only stirred by a longing for the longing that had just ceased. It had taken only a moment of time; and in a certain sense everything else that had ever ( Read more... )

the bitterness becomes sweet ( Read more... )

haven't even
scratched the surface

inspiration (snippets ( Read more... )

he balances on a
tight snake rope
barefoot and strychnine
in the belly
all signs of some
ghost who never talks much
these days.
he left behind impossible
interpretations, unlikely
Methuselas,
which people hopefully pick up
their pride swells in rattling heads
they have little power
anywhere else.

a song of solomon states that ( Read more... )

starting from the end to signify an inner change like Judaism to Christianity with fewer outward signs and similar highs. out of my mind, and whatever happened to my grasshopper passenger who accompanied me to the north side of the city? i miss him and his consistant ways, his sticky fingers, his wild athletic legs. my only complaint is his lack of ( Read more... )

Sadness Soot

I’m movin’ with the strength of a spear ( Read more... )

when too high ( Read more... )

he is an artist with messy hair and pretty teeth. she has his paint on her skin. he paints her back with brush strokes and periods with comma pants, no real images, and they are in bed and the darkness hides his strokes but the moon is a people lover and its curious light makes her back glisten his proof of existence.