::
2009 2 December :: 5.49 pm
lavishly ravishing, a torsion of necks
expertly deserting, our pulses perplexed
by our admittance, a pittance if even more than sighed, of departure from our bodies.
Scale |
::
2009 2 December :: 2.28 pm
I am all
I am all amazed
the patterns you snuff in your rage.
the people that get in your way.
razed on (and raised on) the most brittle memories.
Scale |
::
2009 10 October :: 4.18 pm
narcolepsy
contact, departure lunged
I am becoming unplugged
I feel miles stretch like tensile strength
like apprehensive blanks
(that I, that)
I blink... and lapses. ..-.-.--.--..--....--.----...--...-.-.-+.--.-.....--.-.-----.-.-...--....-.-.-...--...-.--.-...--.-.(is this what happens)
I am f/ragm>en\ts -.--,-.-....--.--.....-.--.---.--.--.-....--.=.--..-...--...,,-.--,--..-...-...---.----.-..---..--.-.-.- (with an absence?)
of consciousness.
I try to un, try to re, all this hypnotic winding.
(wrapping, twisting spindles thick they are hives and my honey trapped inside, leaks through cords and fibers of my subconscious self. dripping, my central core, my endless warmth.)
I try to spin, try to turn, but all these gears are grinding
(locked, lurched and rust flakes land like leaves and my seasons stuck on autumn, days shorten and bleed chlorophyll. dripping, it over fills my veins, and it flows down into drains.)
Scale |
::
2009 8 October :: 1.29 am
drained, leaking of every seed I stoop, mouth gaping and wonder:
will it be like this forever?
the pale green light strobes as my eyelids collapse and I
strain to pull them open again.
neck hangs sore, slack
water scalding, I shiver and contemplate:
could my brain be melting from the heat? am I doing more damage than good?
but then it's all echoes in the shadows and I'm lost in fallen cities
and I'm abraded by her concrete caress
and I'm beginning to ask myself:
how long have I been in here?
Scale |
::
2009 7 October :: 9.52 pm
moles
atoms dabbed in dappled (swallowed by) red and blood and black, the carnivorous touch oh (teeth), of her caress. bite
and the buildings, they too fell and felt
swollen, like bursting balloons in the haze of exploding grenades
I am
trying to
save you.
personified in architecture, I am not sure of these feelings. (your feet tickle my insides, your genius built me taller, your bombs leveled me so much easier)
Scale |
|