a slight change of range
counting match sticks
in the rain,
hands closer in than
where they began
striking for heat
of which seems
will forever fall
fast asleep with the
drop unresisting.
There’s
December 4, 2008
You Don’t See Me
November 24, 2008
“The chemicals between us lie in disrepair”
I’ve arisen from bed with a train filled of thought. Sanctioned and beautiful, without terrorizing my taste for last night’s trip to the rusted relic of a rectory. It’s difficult not to feel just a little bit disappointed once my eyes open to quarter the room around my bed. [...]
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 [...]
