i'm too tired to turn lists
into fixless things, the lids
like yarn and taut and read.
blue and purple and black for
two, we taunt and i pull as i'm lead.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
it settles down, bricks and shut. caught ahead
rings and pulled, cradled hooks, fishing net,
don’t you please give up on me
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
You uncovered me,
With a shovel, from the sand
All good and well
I tried To swim to you but the
current too strong, pulled me beneath the waves
tangled in the ocean rubble
overcome with rue and pity
that I had not stayed afloat longer
or that my breath had not held out
So that my skin could feel the
warmth of your skin and embrace.
i was washed over with your words
a thirst to whisper to your ear,
almost touching.
hair twisted.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC
comprehensive and cohesive thought
is perhaps too sophisticated for a mind that
shatters upon arrival - i am not
boundless; my thought cyclic like a
sunrise or hyperbole or
the soft decay of trees upon
frost and grass upon high mountain,
failing crop upon a forever urbanised
temple. winding foundation i've clearly fallen through,
lost within nothing but a clear crisp
memory i think this setting
is lost here but i don't think that
your arms emanate enough heat for me to judge
you've emptied me of difficulty whilst filling me with
the clarity of misjudgement and this
decadent optical illusion.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
a tideline is much too fast, i think
to obscure every detail of
i know this isn't a crescendo and
yes i realise it's not always
but there's not enough of a
distance to turn the light out
you're farther than i can reach
but everything settles
a simmering of muscle under skin
unobscured and heavy.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:10 AM UTC
tasteless biology
leaning churches and towers
ill amongst the flowers
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
your **** posture, you’ve wrapped yourself
a straight kneed hero, back strung
like hot gun glue, hard and you’re ready
to do whatever, you’re far too young
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
i’ve not slept in many beds
corners and glitches where i rest
carpets stained and scrubbed up red
ceilings hung and cracked, deep,
and grey, and mottled lead
undignified we sludge and sled
under the sheets of reels
and flirting and peels, boy
i am hidden in the cracks, thread.
as much as i’ve been pled to,
and you know
the temperature drops and drips
below, i am laid bare and empty —
grasp this only, time’s a given,
a heavy hand can’t feel the tips,
a riot now, abbreviated scripts.
since it was all i had to adore you
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC