giraffe paradise seems bleak on bright days
as neon fruit baskets dwell
beyond reach and
each leaf is the noose;
a repetitive pressure that gathers
around cervical vertebrae
it keeps delirious as
steel strings bind relative necks
to gates that don’t want to open
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC
it is a constant struggle,
running trains to their edges and
withholding movement from cartographers/
whose only true love is
finding out
this movement;
nomadic sponsored dream
that denies being a symbol, or
having ever given up,
collapses on itself
pocketful of maps
but no stars, no compass
it is a viscous walk back and forth/
and as pacing substitutes
affirmative action, melting on the tracks
seems refreshing
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
We have gathered the sun-light on
cornered rooms with views
of pacific sun-lit erotica.
Stroked the corners raw, wearing thin
the after-glow of sun.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
famished lychee
bent on treason
almost unknowingly furious/
dragging feet
all the way
to gather the fairest feathers,
now lumped under dreary
epitaphs.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
it is very dread
when the chairs, chimeric,
sun an afternoon.
eclectic cats also
partake, but
as they sun;
their dread looks
upon the chairs
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
playing hard to get.
hard to play meek
against the rest.
playing hard against
boats full of sea-faring men.
leaving trails of dead;
sea-faring men behind
(full of sea/full of faring)
the rest are playing dead.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
the lack of compatibility between this and that
continues to mock consistent instances
where left is what is
as two is prime,
and visionary stances
rest on average thighs
after pivoting lead to no-where
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
the siren rests
on top of this/
plump sphere
once leaped gleaming globules
thrice kept accountable & aye
left without a couplet.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
lizards have been had/
lost in a rush;
palpitative mess
with feet
drenched in leaving,
kept in binding.
dark as sirens
muffled, once or twice
washed up on the shore
with peckish reptiles,
and escape was
an escape, to scurry
was reasonable
through the blue
and green fields of
demeanor
innovation seldom left
piles, mountains off the coast.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
miniatures kept
appearing on the floor
under
sole pressure
a soft warmth pools
between fickle toes.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:30 PM UTC