Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
it's a dying sun
wave cold
hand out the window
kissed you goodbye
at the taxi cab
hard to
imagine that loss
love, courage, whatever you want
it's a door
it's a cavity
it's a dying sun
hand out the window
kissed you goodbye
at the taxi cab
hard to
imagine that loss
love, courage, whatever you want
it's a door
it's a cavity
it's a dying sun
Thursday, July 23, 2009
innocent words, guilty speaker
sometimes i try listening but every sound feels strange and vague and uncomfortable against my ears. it's not what's being said--oh no, the words themselves are not to blame. the words are innocent. it's the speaker who's guilty.
(and although it may not be the particular syllables that so offend me, i do prefer to hear words indirectly, as though listening underwater, every sound filtered through a bathtub's volume of rippling hydrogen and oxygen. i envision the characters themselves, the sturdy, parallel H, the subscripted 2, and the perfect O forming together microscopically, weaving together to make the physical liquid, every clear drop simply a well knit pattern of letters and numbers.)
(and although it may not be the particular syllables that so offend me, i do prefer to hear words indirectly, as though listening underwater, every sound filtered through a bathtub's volume of rippling hydrogen and oxygen. i envision the characters themselves, the sturdy, parallel H, the subscripted 2, and the perfect O forming together microscopically, weaving together to make the physical liquid, every clear drop simply a well knit pattern of letters and numbers.)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
the sun
she turned around and asked, what are you looking at?
nothing, i said and smiled. and i looked up at the sun the way a young couple looks at someone else's beautiful baby.
nothing, i said and smiled. and i looked up at the sun the way a young couple looks at someone else's beautiful baby.
i want it all
i want it all
and then the moon
on a bed of dimes
brilliant reflection
filling my eyes
with white light
and then the moon
on a bed of dimes
brilliant reflection
filling my eyes
with white light
Friday, July 10, 2009
i can't stand to not see you
what do they call it when you can't move too far away?
a mental leash, or a fear that a good thing won't stay?
i can't stand to not see you
i can't stand to not see you
You're Safe
a mental leash, or a fear that a good thing won't stay?
i can't stand to not see you
i can't stand to not see you
You're Safe
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
last months
skin sheds soon but touch it looms
though new skin is electric too
mixed signals are shaking me
from a straight line dream
to a crooked view
((it's strange the way the sad, realistic thoughts creep in when i'm not focused, as soon as my perspective moves away from the macro-zoomed "reality" that is here.))
though new skin is electric too
mixed signals are shaking me
from a straight line dream
to a crooked view
((it's strange the way the sad, realistic thoughts creep in when i'm not focused, as soon as my perspective moves away from the macro-zoomed "reality" that is here.))
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