I want to share u with all the world
but we must keep to eachothers pockets
sniffing in our secrets
laughing at the darkness
I roll into u
from the nowhere in which I came
and all that does not matter
suddenly matters again
I stare for hours
at this possibility
how can we touch forever
for ever ever for ever
how can we stay good
when we are those who corrupt?
morning spills all over
lap it up
red flowers in a vase
droop
black hair
urs
all over the place
mirrors in my mouth
have a taste
this pretend world we have
is far too great
to make me go out
and face the day
sat 104am july 9 2011
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 12:10 AM UTC
lost in time
lost in space
lost it all
lost my face
shivering through the afternoon
blue cloak on
no place no place
a green daffodil
wavers in the choice
of stand taller
or fall beneath the choir’s voice
they are everywhere ,
here
crumpled in my hand
letters
a dead man to a
going through the motions girl
I can see the disappointment now
even when I shut myself out
from all the noise
love
the railroad track I flay myself on
I’m glad u smashed me into ur front train
I go
just go
and fall off again
who r we
beneath these daggers
feel the real
the real
that thing with which u cannot bargain
1259amsaturday
7/9/11
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 12:09 AM UTC
I live in the land of concrete and flowers
of broken dreams that dazzle on gower
the end of america
The edge of the pacific
where the mad fEver rush
rolls the last minute carney hopes
in the sea swallowed by
Foam, gasp, foam, spread, foam, butter legs, sand ***** scabs, toxic waste, castles, meltdowns, stock crashes, dance parties, heroes, well -theives disguised as them, cardboard castles o **** n drugs n poverty,
some promise that one in several million will b truly rich beautiful and free enough to complain about meaning
Hello my ***** luv
That throws me up
After its feasted my youth into apathy
Hello oligarchy
Homeland
Birth place of so many things I lust after
Broken concrete flowers peak through
Some neon sunrise
A prop to be used
a marketing strategy of humanity
living the dead end dream
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
ur so pretty & mean
i give u everything
roaring horses by the sea
fields of bronze, my feelings
off with my shirt
slow over my *******
my head
blonde & in a puzzle
drop
unbutton my heart
pull off my screens
on my knees
if i give u everything
will u love me?
you go so deep
i scream
the misunderstandings
of humanity
in every ******
i can forget how much
it hurt to love
you yesterday
6/12/11
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 10:09 AM UTC
i came in her mouth
i can’t stop hurting myself
the patron saint of blood
self appointed self affliction
i only want her when she doesn’t want me
an explosion of pain & misplacedlove
it’s 4am & I’m lost again
somewhere too far west
in this bed
wrapped like a present
with my legs around her head
& sheets lumped under my
back
on my back
she caresses my thigh
down
she wants something
i don’t have
me.
the ceiling is blank
the room bare & heavy
“where were you born” she asks
starting to stand
face all wet
time choking the elephants
hiding in the room
“i don’t know” I say say say
her eyes fall all over
the place
she is a wire with a onion bulb head, onyx eyes, tiny fine young delicate hands the kind when i was a small girl i wish i had
“don’t know, don’t know,
i just woke up one day and was”
6/14/11
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
...............his
between chains & carnations
my silent disavowal to the night
the tethered ropes of humanity
the pulp that ripens & rots
before the first bite
before he get’s to have it all
the promise of an america (lost era)
we all fall
amongst the bricks & poets
the machines & hoplessness
the starvation of the heart
once we could all
finally reach across
the earth
it falls
it ruins of rhyme
with too much reason
too much of everything
left the future with nothing
yet here we lay
dreaming of a big pay day
******* hope
from between my legs
i love you
i love you
‘til I go away
6/12/11
b4 midnite sunday
Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 2:57 PM UTC
the space between living & not
a thunder bold fire bird bird
leather skirt
wife beater shirt
******* on the neon suckin’ on the moon
black black black
liner
everywhere
so fast down sunsets
riding
everything full throttle
don’t bottle ( she/me)
her up
louder LOUDER
don’t wanna hear the
world falling
all over
& over
John has a fresh pressed shirt
waits on the corner for her
her who smells like another woman/her
there’s no justice to love he thinks
tugging at his loafers with the back of his guilt
mothers forbidding
he’s too young for such fast woman she yelps
time melts the pavement
he flips his nickel
the rumble old car rave
the ground shakes he sees the familiar
a flash fast smile
lipstickless
it "phooo" nickel smack lands on heads
he jumps in the passenger
seat
& off off
off
to get off
to get lost
in something he’s not
nor will ever be
a woman
free
6/13/11
Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
words lay
naked & afraid
across the carpet
burnt & loved
2 ft. away
the things i should say
a slammed door
the stillness crawls
all over
spindley legs darkness
invisible
stuck in the throat
like a rope
a liars bed
burning eternally
where do i go
i don’t know
6/13/11
Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC
the air full of suicide and mystery
the sticky kids in the smoke of the flashing lights
Desitny destroyed
the hunger of the times
the belief in all or nothing
dripping from their mouths
Bombs sing
Sink their teeth in the beauty of buildings
spray brick and teddy bears and useless love stories
the guitars start
the kids scream
the generation left to rot
amongst the carcass'd feast of their ancestry
Let the new world begin
5/29/11
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
somewhere
in this vast oasis of home
party streamers of the heart
faded stuck to the walls
pale pinks like the sinking sun
drowning in it’s own image
below the horizon
i feel that’s us
where we belong
laughing through our shame
the night calls without names
into the last party of the decades
rushed into goodtimes and struggles
flushed away into pollution
tv static nuclear radiation
here on this couch of your parents
orange and yellow
brown
from some era I can never understand
or touch
as with each moment some new invention is formed
the past is squashed
we strum along to the hum
of a world
never quite ours
but here we are
5/27/11
1258pm fri
May 27, 2011
May 27, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC