"Friday May 1st, 2009 ( Read more... )

"Becoming a Alleluia"

I’ve never seen so many flowers.

All this flower talk; five bouquets on the mantle.

Filling the room with an aroma of lingering tragedy.

Even the walls are flowers, all dead.

The sun breathes upon my neck from beyond

the porch; “What a beautiful day.”

The rain stopped midnight and the ground still tasted the tears,

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What happens to your dog's remains when they are 'put down'?
Is it put in a furnace or sold to the children in their school cafeteria?
like the dolphins. The lemon in the night
casts a halo through the weaved curtain
Pucker up green eyes,
it's a carbon phenomenon
So recycle those passing glances
And don't eat the Monday special.

new haircut!
i got steps!

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I want to feel like a man.
Submissive bottom.
He's definitely got the upper hand.
I feel like a floor mat.
Under appreciated, under your feet.
I want to be an equal,
if only you let me.
I want to feel like a man.

Calculations.
All the hell I really know is that I smoke too much
And spend too much time smoking.
Butt after butt. And even sex is routine.
So I wander from red to yellow, to outer space
A cloaked tub shouting answers, it gets me off
I shower alone. Fatigue on my breath.
I brush my teeth for fun.

Routine drinking, routine smoking.
I've gotten comfortable on this flee-ridden couch,
between the moon and the brunette.

My throat cries for tangibility.
For a cup to be tilted back, dripping onto the parchment.
To be absorbed like a sponge.

I am lying.

accidentally my ass.

i really don't want to hear about how you're wanting to move away.
so shut the fuck up.