i hear and i see a barrage of sounds and images, spilling like wine out of a glass. they spin (round and round) in these brains of mush; and they trickle out of my ears (drip. drip.) into a fat puddle on the floor.

but,

condensationand it's all inside again ( Read more... )

His music vibrates on the strings beneath his fingers, and leaks like a broken pipe into the room. We fuse through the notes that dance in the air, gallopping over every twirl and pirouhette ( Read more... )

It is night.

Come;

We'll roll down this hill of sweet, sweet grass and let our bodies graze the ground of the unspoiled earth. Smell the soil, my love, it is thick with fertility.

"Hold me, clasp my hand"We'll watch the crimson canopy of stars 'til it blinds us with their undying light. Point at the suspended moon, my love, its roundness will ( Read more... )

The rain beats swirling patterns on the road. I sit in the warm hypnosis of my bed with my legs splayed out like an opened scissors behind me. Clip, clip, move it. The keyboard dangles immitating broken streetlamps and dilapidated copper wires as I punch letter by letter on the screen. I make no sense but then again, perhaps I never do. It's like ( Read more... )

frag. men. ted. thoughts.

"growing apart." now isn't that funny. i see the word growing enlarge in front of me - flowers flourishing in the orange sun, babies suckling upon their mother's breast. and then you think of the gulf that separates, that throws us apart. how do you grow apart? now isn't that an oxymoron ( Read more... )

I hear the tip tap of raindrops drip against the stillness of the night. Remembrance of details flash through my already exhausted self. Pause, rewind, replay. Only there's no stop button to push. I can see the little microorganisms that live in your pupil expand as the blinking stops. My hand reaches out to take yours but my fingers can only ( Read more... )

You can't say goodbye when there wasn't even time for proper greetings. Kiss. First right, then left. So I'm listening to music you've listened to before, hearing the same liquid words drip down the speakers as the disc spins round and round like the ride you've taken me on. Slippery, reverberating airwaves - just like all that you've said and done ( Read more... )