what luxury is this ( Read more... )

dear glory. it has been five years since my last confession ( Read more... )

i keep chasing the sun
fearing an empty night
follow it out west
cause i'm nothing when it's not bright

i'm dragging my bones through hell
and now i'm tired
and i've been skipping stones 'cross the sea
and i just cant stop.

im sorry, united states,
i think you have me confused with somebody else
confused with last weeks episode of fraiser
where niles goes belly up in the mississippi
and the lake monsters wrap themselves around him
oh, till hes a ball of yarn like a rubber duck.
with a dusty gun slinger, jingle-steps wide gayt
pasely bandana like a wide red mouth.
with my ( Read more... )

kicking seashells on a grey beach with sand filling his shoes and mind and weighing it down like a lead dream. the water ran up like a magnet and ran back like a magnet or maybe like the girl at home. the white foam silloetted the waves and lingered, slowly melting into the placid beach. half of the sea was in the air" he said to himself, breathing ( Read more... )

when the earth dies and it's just the two of us, i will build you splendid things.
i will take you to the top of the eifle tower and give you paris, france.
I'll buy you everything in the world and kiss you on your ear.
i'll see you today, and maybe tomorrow, depending on the zombies.

all i can remember is our crooked helmets and our crooked rifles and the flies, flapping our ugly bandages. bullets whizzing in our skulls ricocheting off of our temples. we all marching single file away from where we were born like a mad caterpiller, singing the mad dead. petals find the street around us, and the women just wail on the sides, just ( Read more... )

a drunk post: to be reviewed and deleted in the morning (revised ( Read more... )

Benjamin wanders the sunny streets of Philadelphia, clucking down the damp sidewalks and tripping on the rusty homeless ( Read more... )

i keep on looking up obsequious because i want to know what it means but i forget every time
i feel guilty for walking funny and spilling things and i think it scares people and i just want to shake them and say "it's not my fault! i'm not frightening! it's not my fault!" but i think it is my fault and i can't stop.
i fell in the kitchen last week ( Read more... )