Tuesday, December 02, 2008
crashing though isles, falling into phoneboxes.
my laces seem tied up, but don't feel like it
loose threads getting in the way.
sunshine accuses me of being lazy.
rain dropping its soft shutters down,
asking for quiet, asking for thunder.
Friday, October 17, 2008
unrelenting attention to full stops, period.
my last score of privacy allowed only silence,
before my lens of attention required beige.
it suits my cinnamon sins to like lavender lips,
but i don't,
i prefer acidic concoctions of this - bliss.
didn't ever want to think like this.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
easier than stopping
why wander? why wonder?
weary eyes, weary skies
choking on smoke
which direction suits me today
up, down, left, right,
doesn't really matter
destination has never been the point
just the walk
it's all about getting there,
not getting there...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Let me free, be, see, try to allow… us,
Want to fly, to try to buy… my freedom…
This is no ridiculous happiness..
This is hell.. My shell preventing me from saying hello..
So.. When will this be relevant.. In..
Sin is just an old old man’s thoughts of trying…
Is you.. Is me.. Is she.. Relate you fuck! Damn!
Ha ha.. What the fuck eva..
Lies.. I tries… troubadours and swords..
Will you ever tree fuck a door?
Doubt it my friend… stamp it and send…
First class.. First arse,, lick..
Pretend to taste the glue, but you..
Lick again… want to do it again…
It;s a roundabout tricksy blend of coffee…
How annoying… where’s the sugar?