Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
It will be better in the morning
smoke sweet swirling echos wrapped the room
she blew out the candle
I haven't been able to
simply make it
ends meeting
like a chutes and ladders
the cats are fucking outside
we aren't
havent;
that anger still
pain
stops me.
It will be better in the morning.
it has to be.
she blew out the candle
I haven't been able to
simply make it
ends meeting
like a chutes and ladders
the cats are fucking outside
we aren't
havent;
that anger still
pain
stops me.
It will be better in the morning.
it has to be.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
This Dream Has Reason
This dream has reason,
it must, or otherwise I am quite mad.
nearly 4am burnt images lost boys idle hands and fett.
I need another beer, walking sacred streets,
somehow this isn't that late.
Early, or more the shadows cast images
of ex lovers accusing for that sacred time.
sweating buckets too early down day zombie manifestation verus two strike motors I wanted it, more than that bit lip moment
the fan whirring without a guard, reluctant to give up the ghost, expensive article that one, but here that five dollars is almost a case of beer.
suck it to me the rose of the morning wounded the barbs remind
beauty is painful
to seek, worship and love, what must it be like
to be an angel
wasting life on the idiocy of mortals.
yet you have me giving up the ghost
hoping for the rest,
taking the cup
forgoeing the ritual
communion bests us all
last night the voices echoed killed the beast beside me naked womanly curves and half of everything I used to enjoy
the silence more than anything kills me
playing with science projects we each enjoy the burden of our being
washed up like used batteries, the acrid flavor of a love long gone.
myrth myth and sacralidge lost like kindergarten bright eyes and love.
the laughter exhuberance creshendo salts me with drops of farmer sweat.
the green, the brown, the tundra and the clown, don't you know its a full moon.
my bright moon, you moon that one that smiled for me lost city nights, in a cold rain huddled under an umbrella barely able to stand in heels that sex was invented for.
you, curve, shape and hormones remind me of that bit lip day
in which the rest came
eating dinner I kissed you.
muttering the words so direct and succinctly,
After you finish I am going to make Love to you.
This dream has a reason.
Doesn't it?
it must, or otherwise I am quite mad.
nearly 4am burnt images lost boys idle hands and fett.
I need another beer, walking sacred streets,
somehow this isn't that late.
Early, or more the shadows cast images
of ex lovers accusing for that sacred time.
sweating buckets too early down day zombie manifestation verus two strike motors I wanted it, more than that bit lip moment
the fan whirring without a guard, reluctant to give up the ghost, expensive article that one, but here that five dollars is almost a case of beer.
suck it to me the rose of the morning wounded the barbs remind
beauty is painful
to seek, worship and love, what must it be like
to be an angel
wasting life on the idiocy of mortals.
yet you have me giving up the ghost
hoping for the rest,
taking the cup
forgoeing the ritual
communion bests us all
last night the voices echoed killed the beast beside me naked womanly curves and half of everything I used to enjoy
the silence more than anything kills me
playing with science projects we each enjoy the burden of our being
washed up like used batteries, the acrid flavor of a love long gone.
myrth myth and sacralidge lost like kindergarten bright eyes and love.
the laughter exhuberance creshendo salts me with drops of farmer sweat.
the green, the brown, the tundra and the clown, don't you know its a full moon.
my bright moon, you moon that one that smiled for me lost city nights, in a cold rain huddled under an umbrella barely able to stand in heels that sex was invented for.
you, curve, shape and hormones remind me of that bit lip day
in which the rest came
eating dinner I kissed you.
muttering the words so direct and succinctly,
After you finish I am going to make Love to you.
This dream has a reason.
Doesn't it?
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