your crisp jacket
burns my shoulders like a red lake
keep me in your straight on stare
the night was made for your eyes
the look of glass
tuneless canyons
gathering darkness
sweeping sails
chartless
or the way you gesture this daydream
without ashtray
your wrists are just wrists
soft & heartless
Nov 20, 2006
Nov 16, 2006
Her Dress Suddenly Felt Like Pop Gristle
birds fly out of her mouth
leading the way down the hall
the air smells like lemon..
citron
cases of injury
stacked like the final harvest
blink their own color away
Nina's dress is made entirely of pictures
sliding
up and down
a silky sound
of feathers on a winter lake
where stars sometimes just
are
her cell phone hooked between her breasts
the five favorites
glowing warm
don't forget the bob marley
..........
throbbing neon in the Valley Shadow
skin is a short-circuiting slogan
leading the way down the hall
the air smells like lemon..
citron
cases of injury
stacked like the final harvest
blink their own color away
Nina's dress is made entirely of pictures
sliding
up and down
a silky sound
of feathers on a winter lake
where stars sometimes just
are
her cell phone hooked between her breasts
the five favorites
glowing warm
don't forget the bob marley
..........
throbbing neon in the Valley Shadow
skin is a short-circuiting slogan
Nov 7, 2006
Defragmenting
defragmentation
is complete for:
( T: )
view report
close
total fragments = 2
ranked neatly
they have the same color heart
triple-locked
a poisoned waste
don't let your screen be a bug catcher
something
fluttered mindlessly
in reply
she dips the straw into her blood and begins to write
something's wrong
the milkiness of the paper seems to grow
looking thru her new eye
holes
she sees nothing
but his white dust sheet
in the Iron Bar
someone closes a window
later
laying on the sidewalk
in her skin suit
she moves clouds
with her tongue
*
is complete for:
( T: )
view report
close
total fragments = 2
ranked neatly
they have the same color heart
triple-locked
a poisoned waste
don't let your screen be a bug catcher
something
fluttered mindlessly
in reply
she dips the straw into her blood and begins to write
something's wrong
the milkiness of the paper seems to grow
looking thru her new eye
holes
she sees nothing
but his white dust sheet
in the Iron Bar
someone closes a window
later
laying on the sidewalk
in her skin suit
she moves clouds
with her tongue
*
Nov 1, 2006
The Boy In The Next Box
was playin his piano
she wanted to get out of bed and
put her ear to the wall
but had thrown out her back
picking up a wire
the tune was a deep
deep dark red
some type of flower
in the snow
the snow was in her head
she wanted to get out of bed and
put her ear to the wall
but had thrown out her back
picking up a wire
the tune was a deep
deep dark red
some type of flower
in the snow
the snow was in her head
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