May 2012
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April 2012
7 posts
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February 2012
10 posts
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January 2012
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satin gown
its raining now its snowing i can feel her in my brain a scratch waiting for an itch a broken window pane if i call to her she will run shouting catch me till she’s gone a ghost without a promise a forest without a fawn she thinks red makes her sexy i think that it does too shes my little rose pedal a violent colored hue her color is all gone now replaced with green and brown ...
December 2011
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November 2011
3 posts
The Dishes Need a Washing
The dishes need a washing They’ve been in the sink since noon Mother asked me to wash them But I shan’t leave my room The dishes need a washing I’d do them if I weren’t so sad I know mother will come home And she will be quite mad The dishes need a washing Mother’s had it up to here She should be home soon I’m certain that she’s near I heard mother come in She’s home from the grove ...
Smokin' Dope with Mama
city lights colored in with doubt roll a cigarette and then put it out I can’t stand living and I can’t stand rain I can’t stand mama and I can’t stand pain came inside to flowers on the window left it open all night so we could hear the wind blow laid down to wonder if tonight I’ll sleep and maybe this once I won’t hear her weep bang her up against the wall, maybe make her cum keep on...
September 2011
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Ship Rat
Ship Rat Ship Rat Why you comin’ in my home I left you on the SS Grenadine So that I could be alone Ship Rat Ship Rat We sure had some fun But when I’m getting’ up for work You’re hidin’ from the sun At first I believed you When you told me you had friends But I ain’t seen a single soul Since you moved to the East End Maybe I wouldn’t get so cross If you could hold a job But every...
August 2011
2 posts
I saw her in my dream the other night, staring at me from a second-story window. She looked down on me as I wandered the fog-covered street in the early morning, looking for something I had lost, with little knowledge as to what it was. I pretended she was not there, much like I have done in real life, and continued to walk on. But her gaze kept me from leaving. No matter how desperately I tried...
The White Wall
I had a painting It hung from the white wall I awoke this morning To find nothing there at all I looked through the cupboards To no avail I went from room to room With creeping doubt that I would fail I stepped out my door To try and clear my head But behind my eyes It seemed everything was dead I had a painting It hung from the white wall I awoke this morning To find nothing there...
July 2011
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June 2011
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So as she walked the solemn sounds and mists of manor she did see. And while twirling about she sang a song, a saccharine melody. “My life may end, my skin may rot,” she did shout with glee. “But so long as my bones stay white I shall remain pretty as can be.”
May 2011
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April 2011
2 posts
INT. ALEXIA’S BEDROOM – DAY ECU on beads of sweat on a shoulder, which are suddenly licked away by a tongue. As the camera pulls away we see that Henry and Alexia are having sex at a very slow, deliberate pace. HENRY (V.O.) I remember when I was around eleven years old, there was a boy who lived down the street from me, whom I believe was four years my senior. I don’t recall how we became...
March 2011
3 posts
Ivory white skin laid to rest On of sheets crystal radiance Face tilted towards the sky Yes The rope is revealed Once round the wrist, gentle Once round the ankle, gentle Twice round the stomach, gentle Yes Beautiful figure contorted In a sea of shimmering crystals Light glistening off every surface Lest the gaping hole on your face Swallow it all Yes A tug is felt at the frayed end A...
February 2011
3 posts
Black Forest Ham
With feet beset so firmly in the soil, It should be no surprise that roots would take hold Draining blood as a form of nourishment Watching as the clouds slowly begin to curdle And the color fades from your cheek The forest blackens its own skin O the sounds of pleading do rise above the treetops, But they fall on deaf ears For it is your poison that has scarred the land So the rivers...
January 2011
3 posts
December 2010
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November 2010
4 posts
Sacrum
Your voice so soft, your tongue so sharp, your throat, so slender and dissolute. With such a raspy wisp of confidence your lips begat the word. “Hey” What does one do with a million miles of telephone wire? Thousands upon thousands of tons of concrete separating the hearth of my loins from the tenderness of your breast? Rigid intensity grips me as I realize you have drawn a breath. Such an...
vacant bedroom
nylon string plucked dust clean polished wooden floors and shoes that click and clack bell rung clear shrieking brass shattered crystal parapret tiny pieces that click and clack red velvet ribbon cast aside empty halls announcing no one not a sound heard perfume clings to bloodied curtains dead autumn leaves blown high not a single word
October 2010
4 posts
you lay motionless on the floor with sudden breaths lifting your chest ever so slightly exhale like the turn of a key in a lock i wanted to climb out of the window but i was afraid I might ruin the screen i had never seen hair splayed across the carpet in such a beautiful, fractal-like pattern so fucking ugly when you blink your eyes there is always a moment of sheer terror the utter...
∞
what does it mean when the reeds stop moving when the dust settles & the grass dies marking a departure from an impudent past if eyes glazed over can tell no lies then shall the massive waves crash silencing the unwilling sand of the shore and if fog shall ingratiate within the forest so if roots shall break through the soil what then shall tamp them in a thousand years time
If so much is based upon the lips of this angel, O then why must it be that her gaze is so vacant? No amount of indemnity will allow me to touch, Flesh raised from so far below the soil. If hands could yank on hair for one last passionate Attestation to the lust in my heart, My breast would no longer rise and fall, In such a violent fashion. If only I could return to her as a dog to its...