Sunday, September 17, 2006
swift voice boom to me to mecrash what's this symbol mean?wave wave wave colors waveare you okay seaweed in your earwe are walking down hallways nowwe are falling down stairways nowwhat do you mean...
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you are my ghost you are my christmas ghostand when i see you crawling in mistletoe i know you are my holy ghostpeople tell me you are frail and breakingbut i throw you in the air and you are happier...
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this is my sunday evening (to hold and to keep)this is my mountain morningi saw you standing on it like a figure in my dreamsi saw you falling down it like a bird in a heapnow we walk around it like we...
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i got this girl in the mail, packaged and shinyglossy hair bubblegum lips pink pointy titsshe came in an envelope thick and lumpy i stepped on her over and overher hair got tangled her face scratched...
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i construct broken houseswith my hands i place the rubblemy shoulders lift crumbling beamsi build birds with no wingsthey lift on thoughts aloneand when those falterthey crash ,grounding crushingand...
View ArticleMonday, November 06, 2006
heart and brain why don't you matchi cut my brain to piecesand the pieces ran after methey drag me into the oceanblack bottom blueseaweed tombif your were herewe'd be on the mountain in a warm cave and...
View ArticleSunday, December 03, 2006
i ate the poetry from a jar, spoon and fingerungrasped words loosening the corners of my lipsbleary bittersweet and burning tongue to toeshe said: you've got jesus brimming past your teethfeathered...
View ArticleSaturday, April 28, 2007
The clay bird whistle lies close to my chestHeavy as a eyelidLight as an eyeI turn an uprooted clover in my ear, pinwheel, Fluttering like a moth in a cupA gnat falls to my hand, like a wet sesame...
View ArticleSunday, July 01, 2007
take a cat, bake it breadsleep the dress, comfort the daffodilswalk on sweater, dream of woodshower in the Danish shoesprick the pearand sour the appleblack the berrykiss the polishdon’t tell the fence...
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I am holding a sword in my handit cuts into the thick- Dark, your eyesdark, the modest fur of batsdark, the swollen tongueMy veins are floodsmy fingers are forearmsSoft black leaves cover uswe, clumps...
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