Sand Lakes March 30, 2009

I’d be fine with a holed-up set
of denim that sinks with wet ankles
and needs a rescuing belt
to hold up my swaggering waist
before I go down for the count
of my lungs holding breath,
drinking in the sand
slipping farther in than
I ever imagined.
Around noon I found you
swimming in, like an angel made
of glass and gleaming wings,
clear and secret [...]

The Drowning Sound of Love March 29, 2009

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In Reggae Town March 27, 2009

“I got high hopes for…”
“I feel just fine because…”
I want the best in this
annunciated ground where we play.
You move like an electric fire
shaking down the air for
breaths of oxygen,
and right before I find
what it is that makes
you a lover,
I cough up the other
lung of mine to smother,
smolder you until I can
bring you to a place [...]

The Hanging Gardens March 24, 2009

I think we should
travel to
where your gardens
clothe the walls with
a neglected sweat
sweeping us up
into the clouded sound
of a mouth trapped down
under the lips of curious
friends searching for tease in
baiting the date in timing our “take”,
waiting here without
wondering where
it is we should be
before we’re tongue in cheek,
an open, fish-like mouth
not famous for talking, but instead
converting oxygen [...]

Mockery, Sincerely March 12, 2009

I’ve found myself wading back in to thinking aloud.

March 7, 2009

this always closes in on me and it effects my fingers. ha. so stop so i can write. not just my own my by “clones” (that word alone took fifteen minutes). Seriously. Why should I ever try to write a worthwhile piece here? lol. the people here are just as lame as there.
nice to know
rich [...]