i'll be putting anything i have to say here from now on ( Read more... )

she waits for an answer
but is too young to hear
the question is softer

the filthy crumpled five dollar bill tucked against a concrete curb
is a castaway looking out over a great tumultuous sea of desire

Water hits the earth with explosive drumbeat.
The wind picks up; trees murmur and wind howls.
But something in this gale is motionless.

i live under the crushing weight of my own malignancy

Close is not love though we often confuse the two
Christ made communion a loaded gun and sex is a loaded gun between two

I have never been
Prettier than I am now
Old faces are dead

I have never been
More ugly than I am now
Newborn babies clutch

Grief piles on us like a laden raincoat ( Read more... )

The mountain shining
Brilliant white on white sky
The blue hid that day

eat my face lick my no flow? really? no flow of ideas? have we become that afraid and castrated and lackluster in our ideas? perhaps we have or perhaps less tormented? less bound up in wires? perhaps we need another mode of communication? perhaps the modes break down into a peaceful embrace? perhaps we relied on pain to drive us and as it ( Read more... )