Friday, August 31, 2007

stupid..

my sentiments are
better
unsaid
they are
uninhibited
and folded in
my
lap.

stupid
too

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

corrected and jaded

distraction from a lack of happenstance
left wonder in breathing
and me seething at the circumstance
(now)
make a last glance
where nothing
beats something
(and how)
in this hand

and i stand corrected and jaded
satiated
unrated and sky high
in the perfect lie
bewilderment dries on the wall
leaving all
but
my
fingerprints
(go ahead,
squint.
they'll still be there)

Monday, August 27, 2007

being

who has the means to render speechless the
blazing flame that is
mine
and some line (drawn where?)
is now
lost
in my hair

i didn't put it there

who cares, i'm speechless

Friday, August 24, 2007

mission aborted

some girl
went out with a mission
came back from fishing
(all were thrown back)

some girl had bleary eyes
and a lack of why
attracting sighs

she runs hard to the finish
forgets her wings
and trips on pebbles

some girl has a sick smile
makes jokes out of her gaze
and the tune she plays
(it was yours, but she forgets the chorus)

if you would just make noise..
the silence would fill
with the right sound.

but you won't

Thursday, August 23, 2007

create your own reality

love potion number twenty-two is a placebo
it appears a murky clouded hue with thick syrupy consistency
tastes of swedish bitters
it hits one's tongue with mild sweet flavor at first
does not go down too smoothly
and burns at the pit of one's gut for days

love potion number twenty-two is made of
unopened letters written on leaves by fairies


love potion number twenty-two is not fast acting and
does not have analgesic properties
leaves an
unidentified taste

latency unknown

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

shine is relative

written august 21/07

do i know this language
or have i spoken the words no one ever says

am i a reason why
or a synonym for why not to

have i been patient
or irrelevant

is this an open book test
or a delusional tripped journey into the amygdala

(look up don't trip and fall)

i've stared into the sun before..

satisfy

written january 25/07

rampant inspired wicked desire
is not even what i feel
damn this i want to be tortured it seems by unprecedented insanity
i want not i waste not, i taste, i run dry amidst uninhibited lies
sit in amicable places feeling broken, waiting for unspoken bullshit

and the way it is glares out at me like an angry troll
the way it has been makes how it is

does life make sense, when you take what it's been
and roll it into again and again?

if a crow flies east, does it know about south

if a girl draws lines, does she leave stuff out

if sticks ignite flame, then what,
don't consider the heat?

rampant inspired wicked desire
is so much easier to satisfy
than
what it is

i know the insane nature of my emotion

question black
or not...
pay for what you got
a bittersweet taste i would not turn away

although it's so gray
and unforgiving

Friday, August 17, 2007

however you fly

please grow wings
make an escape
before the thought is thoroughly raped
take one last look around the dark
before it evades you

its absence shall not be
because you have flown

it is
simply
filling
with
light

i, free, with no fight

with all my might
i let
go

Thursday, August 16, 2007

maybe yes

make love to an afterthought
likeness of a phase
made brazen
by once said, once heard
squirming silent scream lying wielding trying
weapons of weakness hold millions of wanderings
this way that way you don't say

want to end the beginning of nothing before it is all there is

tangibly evident?
maybe

is not enough

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

who equals what (allow where when why)

i stand
in no uncertain terms
rock petulantly shaking underneath
in any and all particular fashions
more loose than a tooth less useful than aloof

i gamble the intention of my mind
make worse fates from what i find
unnerving
disturbing the soft cloud from a drifted nowhere

past actions lack the sense of two cents
hold the density of expense
wise eyes are open
sheer and clear merely stands in the way
it's just words.. or days.. or sways
in a pile of me i pray
some unspeakable say
that someone pretended to mean
is not
even
clean

make it a so what
before it's an uncut myth

it's all about one
not two or the sun or a deal done

can't it be all ready already
..it CAN

one must stand
in no uncertain terms
to get the particular fashion

(i keep you in the back pocket for knowing what i know)

and sometimes
you
show

but i = know
not no

Friday, August 10, 2007

random beats a plan

i step into tender grass gently
prints of my feet lay not so neat beneath the
evidence of your sense of my breath

tend lightly to the scent of again
softly whistle to to the tune of when


my heart is space not wasted
still faced where embrace is a victim of stillbirth
as tumbling walls of jade become jewels of newborn light
night tumbles and falls
as wandering calls make depth breed wonder
you over, me under
i go nowhere but asunder when eyes tear thunder into the each of the other and
wait


stillness thickly hangs

speaking soundless words is a trait once heard by no-thing resembling (f)ears but she
is not always aware of the little scare
(s)he shares miles of green turns mean and screams senseless when
whisper is more curdling

wildflowers say they grow but the wild is a noun and the verb is a glow and how so

a current is right now
and electric
intense pressure
and this flame is questioned by a wave
all signs point to
whatever you already knew
there are no clues