September 28, 2008

There’s a “he says”
passing the “she says”
but the play ground settles
and he swings sit
still.
Dust runs into
every part of my nose,
no,
body figuration that brings
my mouth to
a satisfaction -
grin.

September 25, 2008

I’m trying to walk myself out of the stage of second guessing every bit of what I want. need. In attraction to a disbelief I’ve held self-evident, controlled, vial by decision and, while not quite saved I’ve decided to move towards a path of general spacial rhetoric to cleanse my body. Harsh hordes of my [...]

She’s Found My Sleeping Tree September 25, 2008

A collapsable lung is not a disposable drum to beat against like the heart believes.
A radical pace of passion cues me in to where I want to be (in such time of need).
A retractable tongue will keep my lips calmer than “silence” spoken into the wind.
Trees will contract around such mechanical sounds delivering us to our [...]

Bought a Harmonica September 17, 2008

I’m so tired of
wasting time on the back of the train,
keeping my head covered by the fine print,
this might be a place that
my baby might be.
I took to the ground running
where the outskirts of the city’s
ain’t got sound,
met a stranger out there
and it’s never been the same.
She took to my weakness
of long legs and a [...]

Separate to Find Realism of True Marks September 16, 2008

I find myself inside
out of the inward pause
asked for,
and I play for keeps
never the need to follow
everything you’ve ever done.
In silence we become
saints -
the flawless rippling thought
taught only by drowning out
the soundless, or further
from here you may find more.
I won’t try to hurt
you anymore than before
the days I knew you less.
Everything you do
is exactly the [...]

September 11, 2008

I have my doubts
that are making me
question the where-abouts
of your cool whisper of words.
You say you dream about everything
I ever needed to believe in you.
But I don’t think it’s right for me.
I don’t think it’s right for me.
The air will cease to be
my breathing push of rolling steam.
Instead I will pull down
every jealous wall
uncalled [...]

I feel September 9, 2008

like a pack of post-it notes,
blank but a radiance of yellow -
shine through what you want to think.

September 4, 2008

please
understand
this
is never
to
be seen.
 
 
Two sided fame
is the
rebirth 
where curtains 
fold in plain frame
of
mind.
this will
never
belong to -
me, fear, burning
the sting of disease.
With phase you will have
sold you’re “soul”,
but closing the

September 4, 2008

Go ahead and 
smile hard, go 
ahead and bring the
end to our demise -
inside the secrets we descretely defend
our euphoric embrace,
the sacrifice,
my back brace,
 safety in bone, broken
stones calm  my nerve.
—————————
heated and loved and
far from a shove to the side
i hover
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candles burn,
flicker and whicker down past
stems - 
the brim of hot wax
and a beach sandaled in.
——————————–
for your God’s sake
stop [...]

September 4, 2008

this is energy.
there is no more checks.
this is the hinge and fee.
there is is no more sets 
of faces, cases, the base
of my place - 
a pad just doesn’t make
sense.
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Blasphemy and secular
pulls at my train of thought,
inside rigid roses we take
collision to a different level.
Separate cell of cellular pictures
polluting our 
world.
———————————–
Stick the wick
inside the brick and
run.
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Your high being [...]