-
november 1
the very edge of your palm is scaly and metallic where it was dragged through the pencil on your paper .
you catch me looking.
the lead on your hand glints, you meet my eyes.
smile. lick it off.
-
october 31
You said:
"Now I don't want to step on any toes here, but..."
But what?
"You seem to be under the impression that if you throw yourself headfirst, with no reservations into chaos, you'll emerge smooth,
polished, and minus all inconsistencies, like beach glass"
You just got back from the coast, and I was expecting this metaphor.
"Now, mind you, this is ( Read more... ) -
october 29
i peel myself back off the pavement again.
-
october 26
my daydreams split me rib from rib,
white noise pouring out.
seeping into carpets, flooding garages, dampening your family portraits.
your hands were wrinkled from the moisture
when you raised them to throttle the culprit.
yeah, yeah. i was only trying to pass the time.
better get your boat boy.
-
october 20
Maybe all the colours seeping from your pores are from never, ever saying what you want.
You're standing loosely, easy and uncomplicated, and dripping seems to suit you.
Everywhere you're liquideyes, I'm bone dry, and I'm so nervous I forget you hardly need reassuring.
"Sometimes things can build up like that", I tell you, and my eyes are on the ( Read more... ) -
october 17
it sneaks up, when i'm alone
and the silence surrounds me like a million black and white pixels on a television
or like bees
i give in gratefully to the quiet -
october 15
I feel like I've lived the dream already, the thousand times i wasn't watching.
Just that feeling, you know? Like there's cobwebs everywhere but you just can't see them because of the light, the angle.
I swear to god they're there, though.
Just like I swear that I've watched the clouds over Michigan, broken into that apartment building downtown and ( Read more... ) -
october 13
this could partly be my fault.
because when you spend days waiting for earthquakes and thunderstorms,
like I do,
you just end up being more content with the plastic bag whirlwinds and passing cars then you were before.
"Man, I tell you, the static here is crazy