etch away
a constant check--connect--disassemble
divide
looking for ---- ----(blank space) to live by
tied to a cross constructed of selection---choice--what song to sing today
lament and grow old--
a pair sitting in a tree too meek to see the space
sucking gasping rasping between (what is youth
distance not measured with words nor road but with silence -- understanding
and obscured sense
Friday, November 21, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
hotel window morning
paled in winter white sheets
some strum of affection gone astray --- weakness obeserved in low lit bars
where circles ring the eyes of strange selves
leveled into sleep lulled into deep cold
unraveling
and soon naked touch --- picked her up --- unfamiliar eye-dreams --
said without schemes its only a small cut --not much blood but in breath and bed
erase-- identify momentary thief --recede concede giving all to shallow grounds on bent knees
and pray
that it'll happen again
damning memory to hell fire brim knowing it is that "I" that everyone speaks about
revered by scorching tongue backlash and sink into curtains
knowing influence finite pain unidentified
only to forget
a city exists built by hands and sweat and fame is only around the corner next to anonymity
broken church bells and frayed flags ring courtships cut lawns and songs
we the people move grim notions around exchange current-sea for land
the debts unknown too much for too little in short lives lived hard and fast
sudden breath
shielded by foreign sweat while the sun rise brings new sides to dream
while this tide is to low back gone -- a fresh sin
never saw her like that again --- on the corner --- her breath borrowed and visible
and in that moment ----- isolation
------------------------------------ - again a good friend
some strum of affection gone astray --- weakness obeserved in low lit bars
where circles ring the eyes of strange selves
leveled into sleep lulled into deep cold
unraveling
and soon naked touch --- picked her up --- unfamiliar eye-dreams --
said without schemes its only a small cut --not much blood but in breath and bed
erase-- identify momentary thief --recede concede giving all to shallow grounds on bent knees
and pray
that it'll happen again
damning memory to hell fire brim knowing it is that "I" that everyone speaks about
revered by scorching tongue backlash and sink into curtains
knowing influence finite pain unidentified
only to forget
a city exists built by hands and sweat and fame is only around the corner next to anonymity
broken church bells and frayed flags ring courtships cut lawns and songs
we the people move grim notions around exchange current-sea for land
the debts unknown too much for too little in short lives lived hard and fast
sudden breath
shielded by foreign sweat while the sun rise brings new sides to dream
while this tide is to low back gone -- a fresh sin
never saw her like that again --- on the corner --- her breath borrowed and visible
and in that moment ----- isolation
------------------------------------ - again a good friend
Sunday, November 16, 2008
DC: tired impression
tethered windows
eye socket jam(med packed with movement sins--pilled out on glass buildings and trains
spotting saviorlord in homeless reflections--
a token pass to blindness and faith
point to point ---------- i think Moholy Nagy would like this place--- though it's industry is hardly a place of safe
betting
eye socket jam(med packed with movement sins--pilled out on glass buildings and trains
spotting saviorlord in homeless reflections--
a token pass to blindness and faith
point to point ---------- i think Moholy Nagy would like this place--- though it's industry is hardly a place of safe
betting
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
2:30
scraping the day from my skin
a testament to how slow progress is (or passion
digging palms white into eyes red
picking out ruined voice -- vocal chords tense dark strings of given-up sound
those earlier screams are lost in broken playgrounds --- broken lines and tense presentation
braided into the day is an overlapping sense of filtered reality ------- mouth inside-
out---of the body springs a well
largely held by a flow of remorse
gathered in a bundle of throw away--
drinking process - pure movement of purpose delayed
(tar jerked and feathered in the street)
waters are level with the ground and rising
life now holds a mandatory tithing (10% of your time of your thoughts of your crimes of your sound reserved for kiss) bent
on only the best exchange
salvation made with full-length mirror vanity and veins (circulating towards another day
weakened by present resentment untold victory of isolation
pursed lips and sullied sentiment
a testament to how slow progress is (or passion
digging palms white into eyes red
picking out ruined voice -- vocal chords tense dark strings of given-up sound
those earlier screams are lost in broken playgrounds --- broken lines and tense presentation
braided into the day is an overlapping sense of filtered reality ------- mouth inside-
out---of the body springs a well
largely held by a flow of remorse
gathered in a bundle of throw away--
drinking process - pure movement of purpose delayed
(tar jerked and feathered in the street)
waters are level with the ground and rising
life now holds a mandatory tithing (10% of your time of your thoughts of your crimes of your sound reserved for kiss) bent
on only the best exchange
salvation made with full-length mirror vanity and veins (circulating towards another day
weakened by present resentment untold victory of isolation
pursed lips and sullied sentiment
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