one god weeps another rages - we are taught to stand observantly in the middle and apologize to one another.

Possiamo amarsi?
And will it be soon?

Ursula and her cableknit sweater ( Read more... )

lover lover lover, be quiet ( Read more... )

yawn until i cry, miscarry every thought. mixed up out of focus faces, faces that look like riverbeds. trapped in a bed that is too small to sleep in, too small to make love. we stay awake and talk and talk (and talk) until all the delicious mystery is dry and what a burning stench it leaves behind. the smell, vapors of the effervescence between us ( Read more... )

you, charles bukowski ( Read more... )

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in my mind there is a girl dressed hardly at all
she is miraculous - a piece of fresh fruit split open
ripe flesh and seeds suffocating in
the sweetness of their own juices.
hallelujah.

people are DUMB ( Read more... )

he asked me if I thought we could
maybe possibly start having platonic sex
again. I was so angry with him-
I said, I love you.
the words in the air condensed
fell with such force
The sound of Atlas stumbling and
carelessly spilling over, the heartlands crashing into the ocean.