i was lying almost hacked to pieces by savage cuts from pirates, scarcely able to breathe and streaming with blood.

rain
scratching
static of ocean
types with seven fingers
among buzzing machinery
stars that are hung with threads
humming in a dream in which the knots in my back became wings that didnt work
and i fell
out of a
tree
making things louder or blowing them up.

you shook my mind like mountain wind falling on oak trees

- sappho

Because of their weight, his mother used to tell him, he had to pay special attention to his posture. “Sit up!” she’d yell, “or you’ll get a hunchback.” He sometimes had trouble fitting through doorways. But besides a few careless incidents on the playground at school and the occasional teasing, which is typical of children, his antlers were never ( Read more... )

He had already given himself to dissipation. He identified with the middle-aged character in novels and movies for whom life seemed to have passed and birthdays had become only wincing reminders of the approach of death. He enjoyed, more than the parties themselves, waking up the next morning in the same clothes, wherever, on a couch or on the ( Read more... )

sometimes i love you but sometimes i want to kill you but whether youre my enemy youll always be something to me.

you shook me deep and violent with your words how you defile them as we drive these roads so twisted i saw your arm so kissed it as my stomach turns and grumbles i pull my hair and mumble the skys blue and endless but god he isnt in this i dont believe in him but i fear his we slept for five hours and we picked two hundred flowers and we threw them ( Read more... )

was wet.

we walked down the hill in the snow. i admired your back, your red scarf, the holes in your pants. i fell, on purpose, and you jumped on top of me. we rolled and tumbled. your thoughts were distracted by the tacit souls of trees. it was cold on the ground in the snow. then, we fell asleep.

i awoke it was dark we had slept all day outside the clouds rumbled as i studied your face in the rain in the woods we laugh and we know that these warm lazy bodies are only our ghosts and the wet leaves stick to our dirty feet and i pull your body close in the mess of your sheets and i chew your face to the bone and you say "careful boy, take it ( Read more... )