from around the world
your faces fill the smoke
on my black and white screen
and they are always the same

partly because fire
and grease
and shock
are a universal language
are a universal sign
saying the same thing
saying no
saying, you cannot
understand.there is nothing ( Read more... )

& not embracing change, but clinging to its shapes and seeing with my claws.

bad bad world, i want to eat you up.

mm.

holiday

&i see
the top

of your head in 6
glass windows
(overoverlaid
w/dark sun)

,
catswipe
of your tongue
overover your
lips

,
&
each brick
of your laugh
ter builds a
house aroundaround us.

but outside:
gulls splin
t er
th ese
a .

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some of these entries may be friends only, ok?
ok.

_____grey

Most things are. Like human nature.
A shade in this smile, a shade in that lie.
No, no, it's a good colour. Being subtle,
it has no need to blind,
and runs deep in its stillness.

Sky before sun has burned away stars.

... You see how useless I am,
with these sweeping generalisations,
grey cat on a grey fence ( Read more... )

The heat brings out the beast in me:

A ponderous, sluggish creature
content to drowse in the knife-silhouettes
of long leaves.

I've had a good lunch.
Now I drowse, thinking of your mouth,
red and cool as a watermelon.

My dreams are animal dreams:
the scratch of gravel under my feet,
shapes and shadows mingling
in the green river of summer.

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dear no one,
there is nothing new.

every day is a waste, and i cannot

so i fuck you up a little kindlier this time.
puddle feet and gutter stars and heaven's blessed grime.

overwriting

overwrite
overriteoverripeoverwright

i am t
h
i
n
k
i
n
g.

go

away.

who would even look away?
he had twigs in his hair
and his hands in his pockets
and was sucking up sunshine
like candy.

a wreath of poppies
to match the lips he bit
in the afternoon
and you might just fall in love.