A Dry Spell July 31, 2008

swallowed.
breath and dear whispers tracing
the lobes of my ears, inner instinct,
dripping, drying their letters.
hanging the patterns exactly where
i want to hear them.
lips part. exhale. nostrils in a flair,
hot steam pouring out of my cavity -
testing the resisting temperature,
tempting the other being delivering herself,
me, to another escape.
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Draped among the linen line,
my arms flap, flutter in the [...]

Birth of Death July 29, 2008

i know you’re playing in fun
but we should be on the same team
before you yank at your trigger,
because without bullets headed in my direction
eventually you’ll hate yourself
for no reason at all, but for me
i’ve stolen every chamber of that gun
and have planned the death of your human
catergory
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without the pressure you can’t breathe,
and without the weather of your [...]

slow sliding into the light July 27, 2008

identical faces in oxford stripe,
stripping the powder room of chairs
maybe she was just lashing out -
self-conscious and ruined before noon,
the drinks can’t cure the years counting
the perfect hurt in harmony
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solid, stolid, still,
i’ll wag my watch pushing the dials
back around the alternative path
i took when
lashing out, tasting sound
far before we ever attempted silent films
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i hope it [...]

… July 26, 2008

we fight in boiling waters,
just enough taste without the added salt
or slime from your mouth -
lies, fornicated lines curiously thought through
to make sure we never notice
you gritting your teeth
you’re fighting death machines

…. July 21, 2008

she leaves the shade
right before the sun goes down,
the leaves are bringing
the smell right back to me
wheels are turning around
every corner and across the
weak weathering leather -
i call “face”
harder and harder and
farther than i ever expected her to be,
but every tree can’t wither from
this dreaming earth, or
a revolving moon’s face in phases

A Safe Place July 10, 2008

“I will give you sanctuary in the hymns of us”
“You will know me by the scars I paint”
My nostrils ransom themselves to the deep, matted aroma of dead leaves and towering, branched trees. I can calm my nerves, limbs just as this deciduous forest. finally. A breath keeping my heart in shallow beats without the mechanical pump normally [...]

July 8, 2008

To Whom of No Concern:
I write to flatter my ambiguous sense regarding my current state of a mind split. Split between finally letting go of past intentions, cutting down friends like sapless trees. My fingers have continued to sting, tingle, release me of toxic tastes, wastes, places. A place constantly considered as a haunting ghost [...]