unit 10
hard soled hard wood foot-
steps, pacing tiger, painting,
etches down the hall.
oh, the horror
“You saw Vertigo?
Oh, I just love Stephen King!”
“Hitchcock, actually.”
untitled #4
reach for my bread and
I will stab you in both hands
I. . . low blood sugar.
it bled thru
you remind me of
permanent marker ink stains
I wasn't careful.
crumpled, sleeping
bread crumbled landscape
thoughts over breakfast grace lips.
I've filled up on you.
foul temptress, the only way I'll ever lay you is to rest
your purpose in life
is to strengthen other's bonds
or snap them in half.
as not to forget
white thread of a ring.
bandage wrapped around the cut .
that (s)nagging feeling.
I'm awake
I'm tired, I crave salt.
I crave the ocean like a
mermaid who bargained.
the roots of trees of leaves
if it weren't for the
hills, I'd have no one to blame
for letting us fall.
I still have keys to your apartment
there's no one around
to stop me from laying here
all day. a stray cat.
an argument settled
said the written word
write back to the blue ink pen:
you make a fine point.
defied by a caffeine sensitivity
thrown into the curve
at full throttle, oh but this mug
holds such potential
traffic
I look to cross your
highway endless highway of
words. sigh wait for the light.
I Love You #1
yes! hug me! hug me!
I'll wear you like a backpack!
hold my umbrella!
saurischian geneology
fossil bones exposed;
you can't discover that which
was already there.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
16 - 25
driveways of homes i've lived in
before i went femme
gravel crunching high heeled shoes
i was a tomboy
i'm gonna read that book front to back
fuck your cocky stare
i wanna ride your mustache
rainbow suspenders
rosetta stone butch
you wanna have tea?
is gay homo speak for
let's make out/process
locks hold keys, dust hides change
oh elegant queen
you glitter like diamonds with
five o'clock shadows
the reason
if you're wondering
why, how the awesome hair cut
it's because i'm gay.
untitled #3
it has a delay
of about, oh, i don't know,
three -oops, there it goes.
sing another verse.
whisky's still whisky
on the shelf despite myself
warm sunsets suffice.
wake up
don't set your alarm
your arm as a root (i'm dirt)
helps me remember
aquarium compendium
how long do fish live?
tho, what is time without space.
the wait of four walls.
04/01/10
this is the first day
of the rest of my life - shit
i need to pay rent.
before i went femme
gravel crunching high heeled shoes
i was a tomboy
i'm gonna read that book front to back
fuck your cocky stare
i wanna ride your mustache
rainbow suspenders
rosetta stone butch
you wanna have tea?
is gay homo speak for
let's make out/process
locks hold keys, dust hides change
oh elegant queen
you glitter like diamonds with
five o'clock shadows
the reason
if you're wondering
why, how the awesome hair cut
it's because i'm gay.
untitled #3
it has a delay
of about, oh, i don't know,
three -oops, there it goes.
sing another verse.
whisky's still whisky
on the shelf despite myself
warm sunsets suffice.
wake up
don't set your alarm
your arm as a root (i'm dirt)
helps me remember
aquarium compendium
how long do fish live?
tho, what is time without space.
the wait of four walls.
04/01/10
this is the first day
of the rest of my life - shit
i need to pay rent.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
6 - 15
i awoke to face
it is beginning
it has begun already
dream wakes into dawn
i love working with you, but. . .
please don't talk to me
whispering so close after
eating beef jerky.
the logistics of perception
this blindfold's too short.
in order for it to work
i have to hold it.
travels in which i left you behind
berlin wall i fall
this heart is my canal and
swans float, indiff'rent
self portrait #1
i, a magpie, crave
structure, a shiny object
obsess to possess
untitled #2
like attracts like like
a bright satellite bent at
the orbit, yearning
definition, intuition
homosexual:
picked at half moon cuticles
jean jacket racket
the iron in my blood
your hand on my neck
makes me feel like molasses.
lick me off the floor.
on how you becomes we
like staring into
a mirror. except that my
heart is on your sleeve.
you steady yourself as you walk past me on the bus
face pressed against chest
hot damn i can see your slip
your hand in my purse
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