I’ve got the bitter taste of sand grit and wine in the back of my mind. Small licks to the side of my lips keep me from speaking anymore than I need to.
This is suitable and reasonable or maybe defeating in the sense of drowning out my own style. In recognizable stories made of folded [...]
Archive for October, 2008
October 27, 2008
October 24, 2008
In the yellow eye of god
I find
vengeance and fear
that life
may pray for someone
else.
In multiples,
I divide structure.
Some child may
incorporate
more.
A finishing bet
I may turn around for the cut(ting)
in of vivisection.
So, I say
create and reclaim
a sovereign exclaim.
Without walls
they can no longer
extort an aboriginal
death.
Atlas
October 24, 2008
Picture this if you will:
scallod people with intention of something close to the x-file range. Figuring everything of everyone’s personal property(ies). Lies and a lock inside of the determining faction of factors in hail or Mary’s little child.
Splicing purposes and people inside themselves. Propaganda beyond the highschool experience.
We are taught.
We are taught love from [...]
October 20, 2008
Later on I was under the covers. I closed my eyes and fell farther into deep sleep. I swear I was going to find myself by the end of the year.
This monkey’s taking it to heaven.
October 11, 2008
Fastening lips to the trinket,
I’m six feet under the earth.
Death is the radiant bird
rising above our thousand hours.
Why do we waste the case
of never washing away names.
Published doors of a cellar
reach down under with brown
silt.
Jesus Christ.
October 10, 2008
“Change your course like the saviour walked on water”
Remember who you are.
Anticipate the disaster of satisfaction.
Re-wire the past.
Re-program yourself.
Re-evolve.
Tranluscent letters travel farther than consideration.
Fanatic sanctions barricade those chosen blindly.
There is no power to stop you.
Rebuild the cells. Rebuild the secular.
There is a pond without water.
Re-wire the past.
Re-evolve.
Shadow
October 8, 2008
I believe the invisible police have given me a curteousy.
There is no plastic existence.
I’ve found nothing in faint light but instead greatness in the dark. And with this I will hide myself deep into the folds of God’s shade right about now. It’s overcoming me. Inherently. Must train my eyes to look instead of touch. [...]
Her Wit Released Me
October 7, 2008
The water is so mundane -
infamously drained of spirit,
carrying my tongue to a place farther
away, in comparison of moon to
God’s solemn sun.
You want to talk about
every bit of it,
I can’t figure out where to
start before identifying
where it ended or began.
Leave here now,
my throat is sore from
a sleeping cough blaming
the fragile, silk air.
When I caught you
I [...]
Drive Me (Far Away)
October 7, 2008
I’ve found my mouth moving to the sound of personal words whimpering over my lips. Pushing themselves out as if they were slugs dragging themselves away from my salty, narcissistic spit. My God have I spoken too fluently of moving my mind beyond what may be strewn in front, over wooden stairs leading to my [...]
