wind flushed over a countryside
rippling, rippling, ripping away the river
leaving nothing but a deep crevice in the sand. (This is the wasteland.) the grass, once green, is brown and shriveled. It is back to dirt again.
there is no more here, nothing to graze on:
these lips are dry
and have nothing to give you.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
You are so unbelievably warm;
I never thought it was possible to be this warm. (but here I am
thinking ‘bout ee cummings, well mostly about that one ee cummings poem that you recite for me)
look- I just used parentheses just like he does
I want to be inside your parentheses.
you're so unbelievably warm.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
of quiet and
quiet and quiet.
whispers are all too much
lie down
and let me listen
to you.
Your breath moves me.
I swear
your pulse is music.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
When I schueezed my-too-paste onto the-bruss
I held my bruss hori-shontally-so
The whole dang-chunk-a-goop fell into the-sink.
I can jus-magine you, your
Eyes woo-glow and you woo-laaaa
And kiss m-forehead and make me fee-as-if
I’m not-ta-idiot
Don’t tell anyone, but I scooped it back up with my finger and put it back on the brush.
Woo-you still kis-me wi sink-tooth-paste-teeth?
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
I’ve never liked wine anyway. I imagined the glass slipping out of my hand and drifting down onto the white carpet to shatter, the pieces of silver flying and dancing passionately away from the deep red stain. What would it be like if I just slipped my hand… I would be terribly, oh so sorry, of course. I would apologize profusely and announce my utter clumsiness to the entire party, begging for pardon from my dear hostess. I could see myself now- mopping up the spill with my napkin, secretly knowing that it would be there forever as an infinite reminder of my poor table manners. Well, she shouldn’t have invited me. She knows better-She is a lady of grace and elegance and has no reason to invite me to such a party of such class. We discussed ethical treatment of minorities to a great extent, focusing on the various subjects of moral decay that is sprouting up in this country like spring flowers. Lovely little flowers, they were, indeed. I dreamt of picking them up, each one, and pulling off each petal and eventually crushing the stems into the warm dirt below. Mmm, I should thank Miss Lovely for such a Lovely time tonight. I do believe that I have had a delightful time this evening; I started dinner off with some fine hor-d’oeuvres, ripping the curtains down and slamming them on the table, a light salade, crashing my plate against the ground and throwing my silverware about, some delightful coq a vin, followed by the screaming of profanities, and finishing with Fonseca and my glass, half drunken, on the floor. A delightful party, my dear, my dear. So pleased to have you. I could spend every moment here, laying on the floor at this lovely dinner party, naked and rolling in my own feces, scowling at the act of men rubbing thighs and adjusting their glasses. I would love to just rip everything away and scream and hurry and spill all of this onto itself and leave miss lovely’s lovely white carpet all stained with everyone’s SHIT! I SAID IT- I said it because somebody had to say it! I am sure that I won’t be the only one killing myself at the end of the night- after the goodbyes and kisses on the cheeks. No no no, I am certainly not the only one! In fact, I should think that we will all step into the bathtub at the same time, skillful skillful skillful to cut the strings at the exact right moment. We really all are lovely little flowers aren’t we?
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
Two Children fell in love
After they colored the squares
And shaped the circles
And fit their hands around the lunchbox
Firm and slipped out the plastic
Ziplock bags
And fought over what was inside
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
Two Children fell in love
After they colored the squares
And shaped the circles
And fit their hands around the lunchbox
Firm and slipped out the plastic
Ziplock bags
An fought over what was inside
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
It keeps spinning
and spinning
and spinning.
We know where the arrow is going to land.
Why bother to play?
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC