September 2010
3 posts
Lovesick:
Tarantulas’ feet crawling from stomach
to intestine,
the hair on your neck standing
up straight,
feeling the follicles consume
the breathe.
Far from the physical,
far from the realities of dry textbooks,
twitching clocks on chalkboards,
and general complacent
conversations, your inner compass
stretches its sensitive needle
to that all familiar direction.
He plays your...
August 2010
5 posts
AND
So it begins…
Underestimate me. I dare you. You may think I’m being a cocky motherfucker, but when it comes down to it I surprise you, don’t I? We spend so much time putting everything in its place, until wham, there I am with a box of Oreos even though I said I hated them. Yeah, I change my mind a lot. So what? Change is progress. You don’t think people sitting in the dark, after using...
Your Dearest Lemming
Sucking the sweaty air inward,
the strength, however seemingly drowning
in suffering thoughts drafted—pouring,
really, from the carefully licked impressions,
is balled and polished by forever tumbling gravity.
I’d leap—tell me so—leap into bright, pure open sky
strapped front to back; whistling, the weight of
two lifted, though falling, spiraling
instantaneous and...
