notes,
when we walk easily and lowly
on an avenue, with a camera, with two hearts
we see and we have seen it
we breaststroke through a night so
dark and slovenly as to turn a sunrise purple
to red, ashamed
books,
when we love properly
when we speak slowly to better hear
the dripping of a warm and raining noon
there was nowhere left to go for us
coolly dryly, bookish we sat
and to a boyish morning, hurtled
will we sit again, as we walk
will we again open those books and laugh
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 4:34 PM UTC
I sat today, in between of two concrete blocks
light came pouring from the bus circle
I was sitting down and I was calmly
and I was calmly nearly tired
like from the obtuse dream from an earlier night
couldn't hear much other than birds and voices
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
I like to think
that you like to think of me
sleeping or smiling
the ceiling fan whispers
to me
that you do
your letters
your pictures
scatter my desk
whether I read them
or not
they’re all over
but it’s not all over
even if I am alone
I have that
to be thankful for;
that I may silently
wordlessly
think of you
and thank you
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
gun in hand
hands bound are
bound to dream
finding one seam to
rip apart
open
and leave
what are
ballots
but bullets
ready
squeeze
squeeze it
you faceless ****
you,
through teeth
gritted and
jaw working,
white knuckle
got-up
buckled up
safe
you
show me
how dirt
really tastes
because you always
ever knew that
ballots are
bullets binding
ready to
sunder
me
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:37 PM UTC
a man
spoke softly
rarely
never painted pictures only
etchings; creeping
flaking soft
white space
slender, black loose
he never spilled
never toppled
what
was this man
what was it
made him
what hour
poured him forth
what pastel day
of which year molded
this man; cursed him
to place him among
hyenas
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
Time is found_______you will__________by electric
and lost__________need help__________blankets
inside of the_______to do this__________stirring
space between___from a surgeon____beneath harsh
particles that_____of affection______fluorescant light
will never truly____of affliction_______and skin softer
be measured._____of headspace______than the love
Yes:____________and gutterlove______that I grant
time is inside______who will pay___________it:
of us._____________you for___________I will seep
it is carried________the time___________into your
within us as______(s)he takes________spaces; your
if we were________out of your__________time will
vessels or________skin because_______be my time
ships or___________really it is__________and we
aeroplanes.________your loss_________can't forget
To stop___________your eyes________what happens
time is to__________your hair__________when we
remove it__________your sex_________think about
from yourself_______and your_________time, lovely
to steal it___________love.___________time time
from the___________Warned:_________time time
bonds of your_____true children________time time
flesh and__________enveloped________time time
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC
outside
a woman shouts at a man beside her
apparently she: always giving
he: always taking
-
she walked into performance
shouted over the music, friends
stumbling drunk
-
noted: string hung from a wall that
looked paintingless.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:48 PM UTC
waiting for water to boil in the dark,
and the moon
did sweep under me
as flame atop stove
does curl beneath kettle
and I was struck
by a whispering
of the birds of my tears
cat standing beside me
so high rose I
so low I fell
and then the
beauty was
silent
and blue
and the only utterings
were a flame
atop a stove
so bring me tea
bring me coffee
so I may see
and lift the kindred hearts
from beneath the soil
and let me beseech them
this:
love unto me
as only
I will
as only
I can
as only I am
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:32 PM UTC
there are shapes
in the trees
that I could never
describe to you
and I want to
and the sounds in the breeze
that feel the
same
and if you open
my window
I might
be able to
show you,
tell you
about the calamity
of my eyes and
ears
and the sun
may slide
across the carpet
across your toes,
filling you
or us
with a
locomotive heat
like closing eyes
to the rolling
of thunder
open the window
so I can see
the trees,
so I can
hear the wind
my sand
in an hourglass
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:30 PM UTC
coming from nowhere
how could I deny
feel otherwise and
be apart from the
heat of your
morning glory.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC