i'm not done yet
also i'm not sure if anyone cares but here are a few things i wrote while i was in spain.. what i feel is mostly complete anyway. eek. pictures soon.
A Blank Notebook
How do I fill the lines
scratching and scrawling their way across the page
frantically and with whatever 3-cent words you can find
They conjure a medley of broken arrows
cascading awkwardly down my back
poking prodding hear me hear me...
as I make my way down the spiral staircase of your subconscious
lecturing the martyrs in the basement
about subjects in which I know nothing
We are all alone here,
But we are together in our isolation.
I eat another miniature orange and say that it's delicious.
January 2005
The Custody Battle for our First-Born Brain
For Yasmina
I told you "it was the same for me"
through a cloud of smoke
and a different phase of metamorphosis
my mind was once upholstered
with identical china patterns
too ornate for even your rich aunt´s dining room table
But after a time, they had to be smashed
A symbolic sacrifice to gods I don´t believe in
for things lost before they were even found.
And now I´m the queen of Candyland,
where illusions are so sweet,
they cover up the bitter taste of frustration,
heavily coated onto my tongue
from years of eating sloppy seconds
and my best enemy´s leftovers.
And while my teeth may be rotting,
at least they´ve ceased grinding,
eroded and sore from attempting
to chew the ultraviolet rays.
Believe me when I say
that my body is still lying in an alley
ten thousand miles away
and I´m just a ghost passing down an heirloom.
March 2005
yeah that's all for now. comments appreciated.
A Blank Notebook
How do I fill the lines
scratching and scrawling their way across the page
frantically and with whatever 3-cent words you can find
They conjure a medley of broken arrows
cascading awkwardly down my back
poking prodding hear me hear me...
as I make my way down the spiral staircase of your subconscious
lecturing the martyrs in the basement
about subjects in which I know nothing
We are all alone here,
But we are together in our isolation.
I eat another miniature orange and say that it's delicious.
January 2005
The Custody Battle for our First-Born Brain
For Yasmina
I told you "it was the same for me"
through a cloud of smoke
and a different phase of metamorphosis
my mind was once upholstered
with identical china patterns
too ornate for even your rich aunt´s dining room table
But after a time, they had to be smashed
A symbolic sacrifice to gods I don´t believe in
for things lost before they were even found.
And now I´m the queen of Candyland,
where illusions are so sweet,
they cover up the bitter taste of frustration,
heavily coated onto my tongue
from years of eating sloppy seconds
and my best enemy´s leftovers.
And while my teeth may be rotting,
at least they´ve ceased grinding,
eroded and sore from attempting
to chew the ultraviolet rays.
Believe me when I say
that my body is still lying in an alley
ten thousand miles away
and I´m just a ghost passing down an heirloom.
March 2005
yeah that's all for now. comments appreciated.