My eyes this morning
are skinned knees, too red-vein raw
to abide new skin.
Tanglethis – One forty one November 30, 2008
Tanglethis – One Forty November 30, 2008
Rolling on my tongue,
olives strip their sweet-salty meat
behind my still lips.
Tanglethis – One Thirty Nine November 30, 2008
Odd: for one who drinks
cup after glass after shot,
I wake so thirsty.
Tanglethis – One thirty eight November 30, 2008
dreamscapes are not meant
to crowd. they balloon: fur-lined
split-open horror.
Rattusphere .7. November 30, 2008
The divorce rate here
is sixty seven percent.
Where has the love gone?
Oneiromancer – 11000 November 29, 2008
Empty thoughts, blank head,
Leave me wondering what’s said,
And what’s left unsaid.
ecentipede: CXL November 29, 2008
ginkgo, beer, stale piss:
bouquet of market and third
on a friday night
Rattusphere .6. November 28, 2008
He said, “be angry!”
Words barbed, cutting and harsh, now
palpable distance.
Tanglethis – One Thirty Seven November 28, 2008
The Form of me – so
much more ideal than the form
this mass really takes.
