Staring at the minute hand
For hours waiting on
Night to slur their howls
One in the pack follows the other
A Roland for an Oliver
Come hell or high water
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Staring at the minute hand,
Waiting for her drowsy marauder
A Roland for an Oliver
To wake in melting ice
Armless, legless,
A looming ellipsis
Echoes and slurs his howls; his speech
Doubts a towel's in reach
Hand-trembling certainty the air's too cold
She agrees simultaneously
Piling their shivering,
Knocking their knees together
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
Mediums,
I need mediums!
Incomplete mind, bisected by blurs
********* my sight, halting my stare
Corrective action taken?
Turn off heart,
Maneuver hips,
Eyes ajar
Moves made to past
We need to go back
Nakedness without regret
Willing to be the only one that likes me
She screams electronically
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
The natural duo cast a silhouette
Against the earth and on the wall
A brand new continent hovering over
The paper sea
Folding unto itself
Creasing the both to one
Floating in a vase
A place translucent and dark
Holding those dried, pretty things
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
Align shoulders and hips
Musty anamotronics
Can't comprehend
But a clockwork of connected strings makes them
Line up tight and stay
A laboratory basement for lustrous structures,
Watch watching,
Minutemen
Turning back on their eyes
Their rusted shadows rallying
Assembled consciousness
Headed single-file toward their end
Turned back
On their eyes
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
Ingest four hours
Three letters from last
Count two sets of night eyes
Smell the only one with blood in her fingertips
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
doors were once boulders
so much harder to move
turned to fodder
by simply shrugged shoulders
a suspended bend
landing, tumbling through
my shoes
tearing smooth
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Confetti under sink
Caustic baby
Bundled in warning labels
Before match bursts flame
The indecisive **** in hanging guts
Burning, plastic, green soldiers
Enlisted manlike fuses
Bubbling, browning
Melting, bending knees
The indecisive breath out hanging guts
Burning, plastic, green soldiers
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Scratching at veneer,
prying pillars
off the tower buried
climbing high.
Endure.
Creating past frames
of doubt, of rationale
on the tower buried
climbing high.
Stain.
Squatting inside
senile mammoths, gnawing mules lie,
strip-mine brilliance
for harpoons
in the tower buried
climbing high.
Besides…
That rope is tied to our waist/waste,
tangled mess.
Heaving barbed streamers
into tight corners
through windows
that maul the sky.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
A backwards thief giving,
A parasite ******* on its own perforated teet
Nestled deep,
Bearing teeth,
Gnawing away kindly
Heave, pull
But the weight's gone
With one ferocious yawn
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC