Saturday, April 28, 2007

no thing is still air (therefore some thing)

i sit here
and make reference before excuse after reason
followed by denial
(make fun of a smile)

decriminalize the extent of my fear
fake a bitter laugh
while a sick crushing intent turns frankenstein
and makes light of what i meant
makes dark of the scent it craved

then i find some me
a memory-intrigued me
i stand here while i sit there
look over and stare

last night's nevernever land
or some foreign brand of fate

illusion or circumstance
be careful what you wish for?

i step back from the edge
try to make jokes about jumping
look down, feel nothing
it's much
much
easier

Monday, April 23, 2007

rough sketch


the dust hangs
eyes glaze
to stare intently at a maze
doesn't plot escape.

pretend it's highly delicate.
it's shaded lightly
intricate
the nuances made relevant
so no one
no one
touches
it

the art from tortured spirit shakes
shackles break the spirit's wake
and make a date with stop and wait.
this canvas makes for your escape

think i don't see the whole picture do i
or see through the true lie

the pretentiousness is indiscreet
flowers grow at all our feet...
the rough sketch is not complete
and i'd rather see it real than neat

oh it's you.
under
the glaze the dust the maze the flower's gaze.

always knew that anyways

still life (the other)

Monday, April 16, 2007

what the....

i tripped
didn't fall
barely hurt myself at all

maybe a scrape
or two.

speak without meaning
trace it make space for it then cross it out
this speechlessness that thrills me
somebody make it go
(somebody kiss it better)
somebody, make it go
away


coat this fascination-turned-whole in dull paint
in order to willingly see finish lines
find time
to forget

it's cold, i'm bored, there's more

stupid is as stupid does
what is, already was

damn.

yeah, there's more blood than i said

i lied

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

act your age

in 'truth
dare
double dare
promise to repeat'

i always thought
'promise to repeat'
was the stupidest
thing
ever.

does saying
'i love
(fill in the blank with the 'uncoolest' guy everyone in grade four knows)
and want to have his babies'
make
it
true?

no.
it doesn't.

is it really that hilarious
to make someone say
they feel
a way
that they
actually
don't?

no
it's not

and
a dare
is just
doing something
you don't
really
want to do
'cause someone else wants you to

and truth


just


hurts

Friday, April 06, 2007

fascination makes you deaf

imagination makes you wild

motivation
breaks
the
seal

hunger pushes and shoves

and loves

Monday, April 02, 2007

Sunday, April 01, 2007

i do deeply dig

mmmmm hoola la

i still move
to a
ghost
beat.

sweet
murky
dirt
under my feet

crawls in and i begin