repose and furious barking fountain
when can i control
what i've said
this is the wooden floor
of a house
bleak corridors painted
to match my indifference.
i hope to keep it quiet here,
think of padding the walls
foundation of light
world that i touched
parched patterns,
the fraying of daydreams
spinning empires shuffle
and a world full of collapsing
lungs...
all at once.
puffing out our chests again,
pulling power back in.
airing out indifference,
tried testaments of sand and salt, suppers and kisses.
more originals
and the heartache of resounding realization... revealed reflection
another night in my skin armor.
trust of days
trust of sun
trust i'll awaken again
beneath this world
seeing into the next one.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
bells that creep and shook my hand
don't let it stay
oh taller trees
and the way things disappear
waves
when we were leaving
we didn't let it stay
in our beating bellies
oh regret and codewords
for disappointment
and loneliness
oh taller trees
and the way things disappear
waves
when we were leaving
we didn't let it stay
in our beating bellies
oh regret and codewords
for disappointment
and loneliness
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I've gone phonetic
parched partition
graceful vision and the beyond
arch of sunlight
mysteries in windshields
clouds and swarms
in the quiet
with the ghosts
and blankets
when you whispered about
the things that made you
before we'd died
when everything was new
i'd taken a photograph
arch of sunlight
stretched the colors i'd collected
and someone called it ruin
and someone saw the words
i'd meant to write
stole them
made them his own
and later i'd find them
turn him to stone.
graceful vision and the beyond
arch of sunlight
mysteries in windshields
clouds and swarms
in the quiet
with the ghosts
and blankets
when you whispered about
the things that made you
before we'd died
when everything was new
i'd taken a photograph
arch of sunlight
stretched the colors i'd collected
and someone called it ruin
and someone saw the words
i'd meant to write
stole them
made them his own
and later i'd find them
turn him to stone.
Monday, November 10, 2008
unexploded ordnance
testing the waters
testing the waters
john waters
sylvia newton john
my uncle john
watercloset
man with a horse
testing the waters
john waters
sylvia newton john
my uncle john
watercloset
man with a horse
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