Book of Nina

not about tapeworms, smelling salts or shootouts.

2012-01-06T12:34:00.008-06:00

12.21.2011
11:22 P.M.

when
did your tongue

become

a piracy

open ing

darkness ness

With glossy hands, Nina cups his shy
slide back

in

silt

sinking

questions

low clouds over
a clear ceiling, the long Floating heavy yourself, (or a weightless slow
in this – room
there is no breath
you are Somebody and a sorrow, the image of my heart
except I can't trace a god.

you like being my Want.
)arms(above my head) the under of them so fragile they chain
you
that is what i like
as we roll through a twisty dream -
silent temples
twined
with an
All
important ness

on
your chest
i like the slim ness
of
you ~ the way we move , smoothly around and away
from

~*~

------- ---- ----
but - later -
in the code market.. i die. Fall: to
break
how can you open me more?

......

on the white skin of Dellarina> reflections of red digits

~~~

my #?
276-233-5072
how presumptuous of me
by
semaphoring whoring

***
**
*

.

and the cool sky , slender with

.

Black Dress, White Room

*

2011-12-25T17:23:00.001-06:00

made a vid but it won't post. .

2011-12-20T13:29:00.007-06:00

7 months sober. today . and

2011-10-21T12:49:00.006-05:00

i am as depressed as i ever was. unbelievable considering my beautiful surroundings. and the new job is a nitemare. well, i have to go already and i doubt i will get my own ip this winter. must save for vehicle. i'll probably get killed on one of these curvy 1lane roads. people drive them like speed demons. thanks for the visit.

2 pics of my other gnome.. & another post of sparklehorse - the best version

folder g - good thing i didn't say, 'come live with me & be my love'.

2011-10-07T09:20:00.014-05:00

i may post a Trachtentanz next. no time to post the bluerun pics. < note to self

.rain. from my tungsten line of toppling ..

2011-09-26T12:56:00.002-05:00

self-portrait

2011-09-09T17:51:00.001-05:00

what do you want to do with the game in progress?

2011-08-23T09:43:00.006-05:00

don't save
'invalid_ move'
what?!
stupidstupid spider solitaire
Nina stares at the screen
annoyed and just
pissed off -
this
no internet situation
blows !
outside bolts of lightning
frag ment the night's sky
the moon-fish swim in circles
turning every now & then to
press
their
frail
white
faces
AgainstTheGlass

***

later
in a dream
she follows pale_violet_links
to Mr Virtual Virtuoso's realm of 'No reason to stay awake'
obsolete electronics mementoes of another time
networks of amorphous alumni mannequins ~
their gushy eyes
music
machines
unfinished paintings<>drawings
maps & manuscripts

a blacklight poster of a naked asian chick
pinned to a marred wall
&
on the sofa a box of

open
to
be smeared
in the newer portals of the
multifarious Never Ending ~
Emptiness sometimes lies down and stretches her long legs
until her toes touch the tip of a bed or blanket or the
coat of some unsuspecting fool
silently shuffling through his own dream / s
of
long ago ~
clusters of rosettes wet and shiny could be found
clustering under certain trees at the edge of the wood ~
a myraid of spider webs strewn across
flowering meadows only visible to the human eye
on misty mornings ~

your absence is still a hole in today

*
Nina knows he is right ~ nothing will ever come of it
~ * ~
Nothing ~ slinky in her black dress & new
eyelashes Nothing ~ sister to Emptiness Nothing ~
penetrating the divine with one single swipe and click
the simple hit and run the clinch & glitch
Nothing ~ c ode les s just a slip in the chip

sometimes Nina thinks she somehow misled him but
the truth is he misled her or they misled each other
without ever working up

a sheen of sweat

during the overshadowing the static
the marathon marauding her alcoholic
psychosis his designer drugs & those
many melancholy drizzles
he rocked her and she cradled him
~*~

after the rain the blue starts to open out and
s p r e a d
blueing everything

'There are no more possible moves
What do you want to do?
end game
or
return and try again'

pics & music - one step beyond - realize - Karsh Kale

2011-08-16T15:15:00.006-05:00

hello, my patchouli.ed, ethereal-enchantment.my emerald

2011-08-14T11:31:00.006-05:00

.symphony, Hello!

I have to walk a mile to connect to your realm. cuz I live here, now -

Face Hook is like a city, too crowded & busy. I only go when I get a personal message.

moonshadow - cat stevens

2011-08-13T12:20:00.003-05:00

thursday aug 11

a m

The Idyllic Routine

Bad verses; tokens of my affection
written while drinking mineral water
as deer gambole across the lawn

where are you? still nestled deep within a dream?

... and when the tempest shakes the wave
:) i was shifting patterns of rain into a dewy
necklace just for you, my flame-stitch ...

*yellow*coldplay*

still-gaze

space-dyed

verve

so where were, YOU, 'for a few days'?

i was here.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

wed aug 10

stopgap

so, talk. i'll be here forever in this time
less dribble. one word from you and i am fine.

weightless

eternity is in

in this tiny little bubble.

i can almost see the soundless rim of your hat.

you are a musician, you can transform discarded bits of
this and that

fringed bangs, pom-poms and shiny pendants

or just cut up a solid

propel the turquoise, Amelia ~ you billowy bou
doir of sumptuous softness!

why do you talk to that polyester-fill?

because she is a working sidelight. hey, what are you going to call this?

'LESS'

LOL excellence is not synonymous with perfection

did i tell you that i stopped smoking?

no. but good for you.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Just2BClose2U-'no sugar tonite, no sugar to help me rhyme'

2011-08-10T07:38:00.005-05:00

Tues., Aug. 9 - 9:30p.m.

I am fighting to keep the demons at bay.

With?

Wellbutrin
AA.
Can/you/just/forgive/me/one/more/time
Mr. Yellow-
Mellow.

~

Hysteria Vid

~

Lackadaisical Loping

Beautiful Hell
all lacustrine

click your answer across the screen
make it sound like an oceanic whisper
maybe call it
Wire Strings in a Case
or
I didn't even miss her

SLOT-

candy

Stol.id

Okay. So what happened?

ulcers. esophagus & stomach

new gentle phase, K? you start.

stereophonic

playa

tube.rose

a spike

ultra violet

charge completed ~

...

I'll be gone for the next couple of days. x

your hair smells like sunshine, today & a note..

2011-07-23T10:26:00.003-05:00

.................................................................................

note

the sky, its wide bones; a boulevard. i am painting tiny stars on a shoe. tomorrow i will découpage my tea cup , glass box , lampshade - maybe with poems, maybe not.

Sentimental Code

2011-07-16T13:34:00.002-05:00

spin-bird, snap-wire! how have you been?

sober. and, i finally found the prints in the chamber. the
bug is still under a handkerchief, all the shine gone from
its inky,

spoony legs.

and in the garden, where we used to sit,
almost everything has gone to shade.

nah, hoop skirt, lace collar, kitty cat.

hoodwink, hoodoo.

-grin-

hey now, pocket-plus.

plum flush?

taxi, pixel, gotta rush!

À la prochainet..

YOUR LINES..

2011-07-14T14:30:00.002-05:00

strewn across my bed ~

I could be trying to sleep
under a ceiling made of
bark, branch and leaf;
freedom vents
allowing the body to finally speak -
white and

slippery
curves
twisting
like a poppy
against your dark
mouth
and
cheek

'folie de doute'

red with arrows
the night pours forth
with mad glory!

1.

-Morning-

I am sitting at the window again
a paperback face
your mouth opens
to kiss

2.

angel feathers
spotted in the smoky drift
a cameo
in last night's dream

dancing to the acoustic version of Layla
like a cause
rising and falling

falling

3.

-postcard-
from your sweetness.
your, like, and is.
your,
completely alone

Get Un dressed & dance the ghost with me. www.the-sisters-of-mercy.com/

2011-03-12T15:27:00.011-06:00

Nachtmusik

2011-03-10T02:01:00.003-06:00

You wear your red t-shirt like
my fever,

cover your eyes with sun glass..

and

drive, drive, drive.

I wake, only to find more snow has
fallen.

..

Fallen

looks

that

glitter

in

their

shells

..

Shells

&

songs. sung out loud.
spaces, roll by and by

your cursive heart.

the crunch of tires on ice.

Ice

blue. the waitress sets down our steaks. more lemon slices in a plastic cup.
your phone vibrates on the table. tattered cherubs stuck on the wall.

BELL

2011-02-25T00:16:00.003-06:00

and she did..

2011-01-31T00:43:00.004-06:00

she did see him again and it was odd because on that day she had baked a hen with ooddles of onions and garlic. (she threw the neck & gizzards out.) and the sun was only a white smidge of a smudge. and she was glad she had worn her navy blue, v-neck, Par Four, acrylic sweater, (made in the usa.) .. it was a sort of soft and warm hug that he could not give her, for he had no arms in this place.

UV but no cigs

2010-12-19T09:03:00.006-06:00

honey bunches of oats ~

spring in winter ~

I hold on to your lip gloss.
I hold on

to

what is you:

light

in the most

un·ex·pect·ed

.

you are a frame

a flame

a color not of smoke

.

when have I not loved you

2010-11-01T16:43:00.000-05:00

(11/01/10 01:21:53)

I have loved you forever - loved you like the moon's soft, silver, leaves - like art, exotic & sightless or rain - wet and glistening on Nina's window pane. I have loved you through your calculated phrases to potential lovers dash or mothers. I have followed you from alleys to mattresses to castles rich with gold and surrounded by snow. I have loved you for a million years. Loved you in gardens, in fountains - loved you through thick and thin. Loved you like a favorite song - like velvet, like cotton - like bare skin. Loved you like a grand piano, like a victorian portrait, framed in silky webs. Loved you when I was a cloud and you were a tree. Loved you when you said, 'I won't judge.' & 'Don't wait for me.' I have loved you in my darkest hour - held the grace of you in my dreams. I have loved you like a white swan in a dark cave - an endearing sonnet, leather and lace. I have loved you like pearls and pearls of skies & eyes - even the shifting of lanes. Love you like Mardi Gras - fog & ghosts. Loved you like the smell of long-ago trains. I have loved you in Paris & Rome - on balconies held up by angels on two legged toes. Loved you like a centipede, a turtle, a troll. I have loved you like falling and being caught - like a roller coaster, like a sling-shot. Loved you in smoky dimensions, barefoot and empty. . loved you - love you.

Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Eruption

2010-10-09T02:28:00.002-05:00

It's So Hard To Keep The Smile From My Face

2010-09-27T05:15:00.007-05:00

Others were suppose to meet us at the Gathering Sidewalks

2010-09-07T06:22:00.009-05:00

during slow time we
strip Billboards
looking for codes
the Welcome Ladies try selling trips
not one human can afford.

once Mugger decided we should ride the L during daylight.
there was a mean beamer he wanted to buy. I thought he must be talking about a tank but
then he explained
that it was a small swift vehicle that could fly, could blend into
the billboards and hoover.
like a black helicopter? sort of, but more of a flat sat spin.
what will you give for it? ..a couple of the books / Books?! - NOT THE Books!
maybe just the newer ones, they have no powers. even when the reader is pulled in by the pockets of sounds?
don't worry about it.
but I was..
I closed my eyes
to drown between his lines
greylight, hitting buildings like blood
a blue sky paraphrased by slush, bits of scale
circulating thru patches of black
sinking deeper, the water a throat
of eyelashes, of ink, torn flesh
moonbitter scars that pop and bulge
the taste of salt soundless
words under words trying to touch
pieces of heaven dotted
with sky, soft as toes in the sand

Mugger and I try to sleep
on a dark, smothering
comic bunk, instead we wait for rain, listen to Vangelis,
recite parts from
'Painted on the Loom'.

the days run together,
I develope an eye infection -
Mugger says it's from the neon. . something about how the colors aren't real.

Even when we wear layers of clothing you make the back of my neck tingle..
are your hands warm?
I smile because everything turns into something else..
there is a naked girl in the box above us-
another in the box below.

/|
the train will be here soon, we'll order breakfast -
soft boiled eggs served in those little egg holders the kind you love, homemade jam, unsalted butter on white toast
bloody marys ... &

outside, the sky fills with rain and leaves

we'll be out there later.

*

Later

our bodies are hot on a desk in front of a polished mirror > pure to see - white lace > and ironed sheets, chiffon and minutes onwards, convolution-spending > the it vibrating when we of now, despite our partial partly > I expand him in my pupils. He's on it and curious, anytime, to float chiffon > his body to me, it's real and everything, flesh moving fowards > on a repeated light spin < the merry go-rounds > walls. I with a cig, go rounds between sheer curtains with him everywhere, he is my bedroom, > in its Merry- > Wonderfall. > even away, naked, in books > He's the same>,wombed, sometimes crazy & stray > I save the naked, go-rounds, reflect,consciously. or mean. the repeated can box, wear vibrating tints rosy. > Wonderfall. repeat me, even if jerk i ly, always, day.. even in his days of curtained silence, I keep his music with the cool rain and leaves.

T Rex - Mambo Sun

2010-08-29T14:48:00.006-05:00

31 Flavours, Day Seven, Harrisham Rhyme

2010-08-06T12:19:00.002-05:00

mushroom cap -
moist dew mouth, hand
to your lovely blonde stretch
over my lap,
reaching and
ghosting a sketch.

fluctuation of the pupil

2010-08-05T11:49:00.007-05:00

on repeat.

through the cubed window Nina sees a squad car slowly circling the parking lot, the robo driver entering numbers into its box.

too many abandoned vehicles.

yeah.

you gave your laptop a name..

lol. yeah.. 'Dellarina'.

what did the song remind you of?

rain..

hottie singer - blast from the past

2010-08-03T10:07:00.002-05:00

a Found Poem (solid block of fuel)

2010-07-23T23:23:00.006-05:00

Calling Close on a Stream
flushes any buffered data,
essentially calling Flush
for you.

~*

When deriving from Stream,
if you have an internal byte buffer,
it is strongly recommended
that you override these methods
to access your internal buffer
for substantially better performance.

~*

The thunderstorm rages -
Nina lights another candle
then blows it out.

.

Through the Cubed Window

2010-05-19T18:29:00.006-05:00

Nina watches WarmThing sleep.
Curves outlined by silence, lips slightly open.
Hair: a glossy fan of smoothly smooth yet also
coiled, dishevelled & somehow a token. & those
breasts -
pills in the dark.

Nina zooms into the eyes. Into
WarmThing's, dream:

she is with Napkin
they are stacking lawn chairs together

< Is she smiling? >

hey, Yellow Mellow!
yeah, she is laughing.

< Is she wearing a black diamond? >

heh.. yes.

< I'm in too, it's nice, a fuzzy mood and I think that Napkin has probably loved her before. >

you mean, like in another time, YM?

< Maybe .. maybe during the Time of the Moon. >

oh.

by anesthezia, inspired by warmthing & napkin

2010-05-18T20:48:00.003-05:00

my nipples are skinny
but when you pull on them
they feel fat

& your kisses have feet
they stand a little shaky but they stand

and make me

feel
like some sort of tiny
mouth-hole

like when i went into yours and it was not so tiny
it was huge and un measured like a song that dark turned and stretched and turned, a sigh;
a shift wanting to stay alone. but
my light is a bit broken so you let me in

6469

2010-05-10T19:29:00.004-05:00

Nina touches the keyboard

Solutions to install
No solutions found

just a room held by night

Nina takes a pill, smokes his cigarette. thinks maybe she will buy him a lighter.
someday.

Tags: None

2010-05-06T04:44:00.002-05:00

illusion: XIV

never dead me
i police men, so okay take a shower, on for it.

silly chime - party all the time

spoon full -
special is something fix

fifty into just elite

but i happen in immunity. wake W itch, particular the exclamation, but mad - say the speak, the swim. . the I-you refract

dreams best sky rest, -

Maybe. particular in lack

~*

u spit your tragedies into
music. while i eat
artificial crab meat,
drink
rolling rock &

feel beat, a don't million with nobody Quality.

i was so happy, i thought that song, 'Hold On'
by LotusBand
was
free.

it's worth a schedule full, see.

~*

^ this is what i thought when i saw your pic

the one on facehook?

yes.

the silver artifice?

arc): chair the feeling

you happen, Mother, to the brought, the get ..

Print-makers, voltaire's uP ?

^ return potato in 0 is i out but worth something
i have,
dig? ^

an ever-magic; soul mute

Spartan but meschikles?

body-life-thing - narmur)

it's a multidisciplinary heaven

sometimes i want you like a
mad elementary roll

b/m illion of say .. panels of lock: your lips

bleed hip > everybody's in vying artistic, No of don't-slides and fondly,

yours.

Nina Sleeps

2010-04-18T19:09:00.003-05:00

the lights move on
faces:sharp noses
tub eyes, the blue knocked
Out
his mouth
an accident
move, she thinks
her hair is good/real:
everything from the ocean
new. & inside her Other
mouth Sweet Candy

~*

listen, when I cut over
Again, I will write & there will be
a rainbow with everYthing Sky, chimes
that catch the worlds, snowflakes will pave
the road in soft glitter -
you will come out of the dream, a burst of
coolness ..

better teeth?

your smile will be a Language, never pleading.
the rooms of your days will be smooth and uncluttered

~*

much later: saint twice in pocket

2010-04-07T19:06:00.003-05:00

will you to my cave bed now

an absurd notion

the whole day has been absurd

i promise to cackle like jiggy red, i mean, what do i care, sitting in pablo's
no air apartment

quarry,

big lad, all woman, no gaps

maybe my heart is superstitious so go back & spell levitate

you'd algebra me if you could, drive a tracker thru

the reign of the big can

slur bag, synaptic want

cunt

volume fraud, laugh gate

sarcophagi in a well

dice order

complete crash

hilarious

a morning in april

2010-04-07T13:06:00.007-05:00

Nina watches the sky shift. The mural is rain. The sprinter has gone out to
flip things back:
TP
cigs
medicine for her ear

the rain does a blur dance
her head feels hot

hey.. are you watching the greys in the mural?

yup. where are u?

my eyes are in your street.

thin pluckings of brown.

clumsy

memory..

whatcha do to your hair?

nothing. it's just dirty.

heh..

a swirl-crawl of mock, dangling cushy, that's what u are, u know.

yeah. but i make you laugh. hope you get your cigs soon. take care.

Nina stares at the blank pad, heart loosened, a bird lost, noise behind the wall.

Pencil and Crayon

2010-03-23T21:16:00.006-05:00

in fairy tales
we walk through our snowy world..

don't blink

why?

there are fresh places in your eyes
i want to catch them for the map

heh. watch your step. the snow is deep there where if it were blue it would be green

nina..

yeah?

do you mean, red?

maybe. i don't know. winter is nice, i do love you ..

like gentle mittens?

& flip flops

(02/04/10 22:41:33)

2010-03-22T15:53:00.001-05:00

Hormel?

i can fuse the cheese into a nacho plate.

Packed individually for freshness...

so, Nina, what's up with your stereo?

sounds alright right now, playin' billy idol.

and fat cat is all good?
no. something happened while i was gone.

don't be afraid.

*

Jealous Guy

2010-02-05T04:51:00.008-06:00

i don't like him.

jesus, nina..

i am paging mr yellow mellow

why? he can't do anything.

he can be with us.

***

identified: a security vulnerability

what's up n .. m.. drunk again?

***

no!

***

mmmmmm... click... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

***

fuck

alcohol is legal!

***

get out of the past, nina.

untitled

2010-01-30T22:13:00.006-06:00

garlic and chocolate. apples and salt.

keebler club crackers, a little scotch and planters cashews

askew?

i want to have fun with you. i do i do i do!

do you remember the last movie we watched
and if it was really me, that was with you?

i remember your mad mouth
and your sad mouth
too

what about that narrow, dark place i touched
and the window i couldn't really see through?

all i know is
you touched me as if i were a flower
and that should be good enough for you.

lol, warm thing...

you make my heart sing?

yeah and if you want
i'll be the napkin if you be the ring.

*

Nina Laughs

2010-01-25T19:05:00.004-06:00

she found her silver purse. it doesn't sparkle but the fringe is fun.

you should have bought the boots

she puts the purse in the closet with the 2 matching scarfs. no palm trees just beautiful cobblestones, a fireplace and snow.

your body is cold

hush.
winter is a vampire

that looks like you

Nina Dreams as

2010-01-19T14:03:00.036-06:00

reflections repeat - nights in the duplex box. and through the window:
angels float from another host. . dark, filled with holes, cracks, & smoke.
these holes
fingerprint her with glints
push her into everywhere they've been -
haiku of smoky noise.
her naked body stirs, but only, slightly.

*

far away
tombed in his own dreams
black irises
burn lips, smear themselves on bony & fat tips..

*

basket thighs

how's your cash?

i'm broke

*

Nina is a theater
her bangs & lungs are spray-painted
but
the word
poem,
is etched
like a tunnel -
cross-stitched

&
he is
a pink
automaton
tiny bits of ice stuck in his bit
a vibrating line
marking the gloom
with

forever

*

consider each keystroke ..

2010-01-11T17:38:00.000-06:00

a kiss.

*

with bloody cuticles and shaky hands
Nina types into the machine..

dear ghost eyes
i am sorry for calling you mean names. i am sorry you are sad.

know this:

you are my velvety ocean & my dreamland.
my nest & my pulse
my fever, my socket, my
glass. my dark shadow ~

i came across time for you,
died a million deaths with you

ran through alleys &
walked through gardens of stars with you

i won't die

2009-12-14T21:44:00.010-06:00

on a foggy
winter
morning
covered by nothing but the computers' flickering glow
the fat cat snoring in her corner
dreaming in rhyme as my avatar changes into some kind of an angel or
snowflake
maybe even a bloody ax in the sand
which would lead people to believe that
i am still here
i guess this is a poem
for all of those who can't stand to breathe
the stench of their own stink
who no longer care enough to
get out of bed
eat
or
find a job
for those who don't feel like editing their drunken
slop of a poem
fuck, u, u know it's that time of the year
for all you losers
watching a tv show about being reconnected
with god
or
a lost family member or something called, hope
for those sick of all the sugary bullshit or just bull
for all those closet billy idol fans
for those who never did any drugs
but were simply born
too slow
for the obese armchair activist
inhaling his third pizza hut pizza
for the girl who thinks she's gonna make it big
by fixing her nose
for the generic shut-in
who only writes about roses
because he has seen all the ugly in the world
and wants to forget
all the Lucilles putting his last dollar in the jukebox
instead of washing baby clothes
for all those who find their last rebel yell
when the sheriff comes with the eviction notice

for the time love left you breathless
on a beach full of sun.

..................................................

Nina Sighs...

2009-12-11T19:34:00.007-06:00

pours herself another vodka/red bull
and turns up the volume

'Super Nanny'
what a great show.

.

show over. cigs, gone.

thinks about getting dressed and going outside to see if the car will start.. nah.
searches for 'Even Flow' on Utube instead.

Pearl Jam.. isn't it a decade too soon for them to be hip again?

no.

o, okay.. so you're just gonna be all sullen and bitchy now?

no. i found a pair of long johns and they fit so i am actually quite content.

so, you are getting dressed and you are gonna go out and try to start your car?

no.

alright. just sayin'. just might be good to see if it starts. cause you are gonna have to drive it tomorrow.

i can walk.

LMFAO! yeah, right. in this weather? you aren't as tough as you used to be, Nina. Let's face it, you have pretty much given up.

on what?!

L I F E

fuck you.

..

Radar Love

2009-12-05T02:14:00.005-06:00

love is..

us, living in a van by the river..

drinking cheap scotch and screw-top wine

writing mad/bad-ass poems on napkins stolen from McDonald's.

we will film everything, of course, and become friends.

lol come on now, let's get serious!

Love is..
the blinds closed, your wet hair, your pupils all crescent, the clutch
and hold of your sweet talons, and that satin bush wild enough to silk on!

to silk on? oh, you mean after i bang it on your salty lips & tongue?

oh yeah - and the way you paint those lusty arrows on my skin
till i am blind & gutted, reduced to howls; dog language

but what if i want a cigarette and we have none?

i'll let you suck my finger or if you want you can suck your thumb and i won't ever tell anyone.

~Melancholy~

2009-11-02T22:05:00.004-06:00

Nina wakes
to find him carrying her

beating

heart

to his kymograph/other thing machine thing

his sepia lab coat
has vanished in spots

what are you doing with that?

checking it for a change

why?

don't worry
you'll get it back

~~~

the land stands still, the water keeps rising

2009-10-20T18:29:00.002-05:00

both moons, those milky eyes
dissolve into soft focus

Nina is dreaming. her hair a tangle of mischief
blue veins pulsing starfish highlit thighs hand painted
skin

bubble b, where did you wander off to

far away giggle
broken static

just /// beach

are you wearing the repellent

i found a cove full of ***///*

get back to the villa before dark, i'm picking you up in a few hours

foamy shadow - flagged

Nina!

ok // tryin to send [image]

~<~<~<~====~<~<~<~^^~>~>~>~====~>~>~>~

An American Prayer

2009-10-16T03:00:00.006-05:00

Nina starts crying at the same time the rain begins to फाल - 10/01/09 11:09:51

2009-10-14T01:21:00.003-05:00

not so much out of sadness as from frustration.

she closes the window and gets out the ice.
take that, eyelid 1 and eyelid 2!

frozen swirls of radon on frozen planets of ice?

'forever afternoon (tuesday?)'

the fairy land of love .. i know u are smiling .. i always make u smile with my love

It's smoke only when no
longer visible, everything around
it, shiny, blue, and naked, odd parts I notice and
claim.

lick-spittle of thought, brainwell, shadows of my soul .. imagine it is a blue world's other weather .. rubbed on your knot .. my finger-flower close the blinds, concentrate, u know the vanity of the carnal world. but that is not what i was talking about..

well.. i am talking about the enormous stillness of dream-taste.
a fatal autumnal afternoon.
why fatal?
just a deeper magic. .

the
two-lane highway, recognition?

before the re-pass.

lol

..

your hair smells good.

your lips are soft.

i'll stay.

who will save us now?

with a hint of plum in her hair

2009-10-12T17:19:00.012-05:00

i love strange places

strange places or being a stranger?

ha..

they were staying in an abandoned villa overlooking the ice cold ocean. there were other small villas in the area but this was the only one with electricity, hot water and a working jacuzzi bathtub. the place was overflowing, with dark, cheap mediterranean furniture spotted in places with a strange florescent mold (?). Nina had discovered what seemed like, hundreds of bottles of wine, underneath the ornate bar. each small, round bottle they pulled out, had the same handwritten label:

Robertson Winery
natural sweet red
South Africa

Nina was already opening a bottle, using her small, personal, vine engraved corkscrew.

i hope the corks aren't all crumbly, who knows how old these bottles are..

pop!
Nina laughs, grabs a small plastic cup and says
this one is fine. i'm taking it with me into the bath. why don't you check out the kitchenette. so-so said that he left some decent freeze-dried meals in the pantry. or.. you should see if you can get that old vhs player to work, he left his 1960's classic tv shows, collection. her voice trailing away as she turns the corner to walk down the hall towards the bathroom.

he decides to go out on the terrace to get some fresh air before tackling the ancient vhs situation. the place had a weird odor. not really unpleasant but the fact that it was, unidentifiable, bothered him. Nina said it was just the regular, musty-dusty closed-up-house smell, and suggested opening all the windows but the windows were screen less, and he wasn't sure what kind of insects were out there, so they agreed to leave the windows closed for the time being, especially at night. the view from the terrace was spectacular, 2 moons, each one surrounded by a bright violet glow, which was never visible from the city. the seagulls looked like regular seagulls only much larger and they seemed to move much slower, than he remembered from his childhood. he wished he had asked so-so for a map of the island, but it was too late now. he suddenly felt uneasy and went back inside, locking the glass door behind him.
he finds Nina still in the bathtub, her hair pinned up, jet flows turned way down, and a washcloth over both eyes. bubbles in circles bumping up against her skin like white bursting flames.
are your eyes hurting again?
emmm.. especially the left one. feels like it is turning into a migraine.
relax, i'll go look for some pills, knowing so-so the way i do, i know he left something good behind

Nina sighs to herself. she was sick of all the poison. sick of the running & hiding..

~~

back in the kitchenette, he finds a blank envelope, and starts to write:

my heart is only a muscle
drained and flattened or
fluted and electric
depending on the umbilicus of your climate,
the smashing of your void.
your heart is a forest, where
if i'm not careful
mine may disappear

~~~~

as they slept
the ocean grew colder &
thousands of stars
moved closer together

Nina dreamed dreams she would never remember
they flowed into each other
becoming one

mouth

moose-mink monogram

monogrammed

Marcy Playground

# #

i really like that line:
eating a face

who wrote that?

i don't recall

recall?

lol, i always use, 'remember' .. so ..

ah.. so .. so, you liked that song?

not really. just the songs it reminded me of

alright.. open another bottle.

i can't i am having the strangest dream.

i'll do it

k

where did you leave your insane goblet?

i don't remember

Nina.. did you go out on the terrace, while i was in the shower?

no.

heh.. you know... i came here with you so that you are safe.. please don't lie.

there weren't any insects! i wasn't bit! i just wanted to see the sea turtles. so-so said they use this beach! they have developed a special protection!
i just wanted to see!!

alright. it's ok. calm down.

playing. atomic/blondie

2009-10-08T17:43:00.005-05:00

no helmet sensation today
only a neon smell

Nina gets out the old keyboard
unnecessary but her fingers want
the comfort of the plastic keys

he had cushioned her & traumatized her hips
had insisted that transition was still possible

outside, a large tracker unit rolls by
its blinking lights turning the raindrops
pinkish-white
silent deaths
his lips

she felt cold, & almost wished she was huddled in a cafe full of people warm with drink

~~~

Over our life - then shalt thou, smiling, touch the keys, And draw me softly with thee into Paradise. --- ee cummings

~~~

whatcha doin?

watching 'Willard' on the idiot box

claustrophobic fur smothering victorian fear

LoNeLiNeSs

write something

crumbling

prism of rain *** whisperling,

stop. the world is hateful and you know it. i am sick of it.

no you aren't. remember that time we ended up in the other space because the TR malfunctioned. how we sat on the naked beach watching the strange bird like creatures swoop down into that odd shivery silver water to catch whatever it is they were eating. how we laughed at the odd jubilant trilling sounds they made while flying back up into the sky. how you sat perfectly still as my mouth found your neck.. the cave we slept in.. the things we wrote on the walls..

~~~

~~~

2009-10-07T19:10:00.003-05:00

subtle as a log.

Nina reads the words on the screen. Uh huh, you should definitely stick to what you know. No doubt about that, Mr. Writer. King of the Samples.
She smiles.
It is dark outside but is it night?

_all circuits_ are busy now_ [error 815-71]

she felt like sliding across the carpet and touching the screen just to hear those little statical crackles. but she didn't have carpet.

she resumes reading.. yadayada..

'that unfortunately mistake smugness
for being refined and mistake lack of sympathy for clear
sightedness.'

oooo.. now, that is creamy.

wall sprites move quietly near the walls, and wait.

2009-10-07T06:08:00.003-05:00

Nina wakes up from one of the best dreams she has ever had. The entire theme was of dinning room tables. She couldn't decide between the oval shaped blond wood that looked like old school desks of different heights pushed together or the round, dark cherry wood with all the tiny, secret drawers. Both easily seated 12. &

for the cat named, Big Bridge:

who takes me there, hands me a glass of mead?
a lock opens, dragged out organism,
red grass burnt feet. all is that didn't
to be of some old neither, was moved to Am
in My.

Top: where he's @ and what his stillness means:

beep beep .. across the screen:
slow down you are going a little crazy there and forgetting your own rule, barbarous..

'The Beautiful Lady is cardboard, the sky--where the happy lovers fly away--is tissue paper. Liquid flows from the wound of the poor abandoned lover, and the "mystics" who jabber their "theories" in chorus remain open-mouthed, become quite flat and disappear, while the author, pestered from right and left, doesn't know what to dream up to explain to the audience what has just happened.'
http://www.sovlit.com/bios/blok.html

i thought the topic was drowning?

i am struggling between fantasy & the basic,
between breaths, of nerves.

my stomach is a lost exit, how about some spaghetti and texas toast?

i realize that what i write is for the most part inaccessible and interesting to maybe one reader at the most.

highlighting:

tears, & voids.

३० minutes

2009-10-06T01:50:00.005-05:00

-30 minutes later-

he punches in the password, pushes the heavy door open. the apartment is dark except for the aquarium.

is that you?

it be me

what did you forget?

nothing. i picked you up some half & half and a pack of smokes

lights?

yup

he opens the fridge and puts the half & half in the top shelf of the door. walks into the bedroom and hits the soft-light switch. he is surprised to see a bottle of club soda on her nightstand and surprised to see that there is no sheet on the mattress. she is laying on her side, her back to him, her hair in spools held together by tiny, colorful puzzle-piece clips.

Nina..

if you are going to speak to me, sit down.

the hand in the voice pushes him down.

Nina..

what?

do you need quarters for laundry?

no. the sheet came off and i was too lazy to put it back on

oh.

the little black clock on the nightstand ticks like a bomb.

mind if i hang out for awhile.. i could sketch you in that pose

what would you call it...?

~~~

Nina closes her eyes
she is drowning between the lines
sunlight, hitting water like blood
paraphrased by slush, bits of scale
circulating thru patches of coral
sinking deeper, the water a throat
of eyelashes, of ink, torn flesh
moonbitter scars that pop and bulge
the taste of soundlessness
worlds under worlds touching
pieces of heaven dotted
with sky, soft as toes in the sand

......

2009-09-26T08:56:00.002-05:00

Nina regrets not letting him wear her pants to work but she was still mad about him beating off on her ass and his drunk friend banging on her door at 2 in the morning.
let him in, he probably has cigs
and do i want him putting another hole in the wall with his head. . no thanks.
yeah, you're right, it would have turned into a nightmare

& there ya go. in the next dream they are all together in an apartment filled with too many rooms, pets and chaos. no yard, no flowers, but a 'work-out' room. ugh.

oh well. 7:30 a.m. and she is alone with the rest of the chardonn aaaaaaaaay, brandy and a couple of cigs. she opens the magic window:

salty - shit - one call for submissions

ag - oooooooo... star linguini .. affectionate eyeshadowing

myspace - i am going to collect a reward (my secret)

blogger - htc stopped by and left a dose of 'hello, how are ya, my friend'.

...

Nina gets out a can of jellied cranberry sauce .. she is going to feast on the other white meat, tonite.

KJU

2009-08-20T22:28:00.003-05:00

I'll paint you a black painting, very red.
rough boy, innards sounding like doorbells buried by lifts for little. A dark surface, ants in locks.
Taste the snowy fabric of your fifth glass.

Well....?

Tastes like rotten wood and loneliness. Fly Air India if you ever leave the states. The drinks are free.

Nina's phone is busy, symbols forgiving the light, beehive drone & detached ring tones.

I like the little bead of sweat sliding out from underneath that collar. Is it a dog collar?

Nina squints. Her eyes are silverware. The pupils, dark buckets. Sort of scary.

Street thorax.

Huh?

Get any interesting messages?

Nah. Just the regular short curves. The usual spy ware infections.

I love watching the clouds slide off the pewter sky. ..

Emmm. Ever try that white Merlot?

Bet it tastes like white Zinfandel.

Yup.

*

The black beaded tattoo on her right wrist glitters as the domes around the cabin crew, softly close.

OK with you if we watch Pink - Don't leave Me?

Sure.

~*~

..

2009-07-27T17:33:00.008-05:00

Nina holds his elastic flowing
for one more second
then lets it go.

she passes over the pencil pressed trenches
and scans the thought cards in the mirror,

presses the heart button with love
& feels all the channels.

She Smokes Another Cig To Stay Awake

lost finger, touch mine harder
i like your gliding gun
your dissolved press of my wrists
the ripples in your eyes so ... so.. big
your paper thighs in/on all that immobile lace..

ah girl.. come sit on my face! love the intoxication roll but hate that hair.

were my eyes not
in a bird with vacui stare.
.. u left cheese on the counter
plus. . u nothin' but a bichejos
bichejob and u never help me out. and your last piece was a cut-up.

.

listen to me.. above the lips above the scar & the light halo...

Liebestraum no.3 ...

no image.

*

blue ink day. close the book, squash the bug. Nina looks into the toothpaste splattered mirror. the skin:
becoming more and more discolored, blotched, broken. capillaries blooming.
the day had started with another unexplainable nose bleed. she was tainted by an ugly virus. and it was growing stronger. just seeing made her tired. she wanted to go back to sleep, even if the sleep turned into another storm. she saw herself walking towards him, the ground rising, the sky gold-lit, her skirt, wildly pink. something she would never wear. there was always a house, rooms filled with disorder. mostly she craved the sense of smell but there was no button for that. a hurricane blowing in and out, minutes of nothing where she could rest. another hour another sleep. this time she can see pictures inside of him, membranes of elongated, orange flowers curling in a serenade of love, a woolly texture. a dixie cup --- its small star design glowing neon, the points pogo-ing up and down, up and down. thick and thin lines circling the rim. a card covered in tiny, pulsating starfish. then again, a nothingness. the annoying sound of the phone ringing brings Nina back. she gets off of the cloud bed and walks to the picture window, puts her finger on his name. no mail.

Oceania

2009-06-27T12:09:00.004-05:00

i miss u

didn't even realize how much till i found your old blog profile. that whole thing about the ocean made all my mornings softer. i continue clicking my life away, without you. but the poems are gone. the words, empty. dictionaries of silence. the hotel room, just an empty sheet of paper.
i sweep past your posts. bare soles * older & older, we both laughed at him, together. . the way he thinks he knows.

Monday, July 18, 2005

sleep baby, sleep..

while the devil
shepherds your
eyelids thru reincarnations
the braille of scar
& informal workshops
sleep baby, sleep

and know that you are loved

like the quiet key or
a jungle flower --- ants in the hollow stem
racing to secret destinations

& so the heart beats on

........

it was always blue on blue. we never kissed, never really even wanted to. and every one i gave you, you took.

begin again
with the soft thing
begin again and send me words
shaped in an isle of smoke

*

Sunday, July 24, 2005

no heroes..
only deep pockets
of varied storms
playing about this city and its smoking digits
its crying lambs & down time

souls partially reflected in eddies
darker than venereal gums
or the ebony-handled knife
stroking a soft cheek

*

Corkscrew Misdemeanor

It's like you suck off my boots

with each sip

& run ahead of the soundtrack

a hushed chorus of synthetic noise

caught in your eyebrow

and yes

you pour and

I sink

into

*

baby, baby, baby, baby...

Collapsing, Moans Cloudhead, Rain Unto Earth

and I am perched on the tip of something big

this may take all day

he burns new and bright

his elbows and feet
awkward and sweet

his hands
dew-slick windings

his mouth tastes of woodsmoke
I imagine its dark color.........

*

[ here is where i would post your beautiful face but what is the point ]

*

THIS DAY, A FRIDAY

the hours are:

leaves
drowned ideas
lost creatures
trains
dark shawls
automobiles (whispers)

a perfume of black wings & lost things.

shiny ping-tings
my hand in your no-
where-shadow

sickles in cells

your smile.. a twisted gin sour

i like it when you

sample

yourself.

........

what is on the nightstand now? an overture of ash in your cup and the clear skyy spill?

how long will you stay
box writing
plucking the dark
waiting for me to do it to a real girl
and seeing your face
maybe i don't want to come back
a pennant for you to dip in salt
to suck, silt & stroke
to roast when the mood strikes

Sep 9, 2006

Fragments 1 - 37

Hey Flatfish X,
you need butcher paper & portable legs
to fall with occasion
~
then at cum window (not yet written)
girl hail & text trances
~
Nina didn't care whether or not the room overlooked the harbor
she was depressed and only wanted to sleep.
~
dream 1
she was standing in a round, flying machine
they were cruising over an island, spotted with palm trees, he was speaking and she was laughing
there was a large, silver purse slung over her shoulder
when she moved
it sparkled
~
outside small waves leave their foam upon the shore
~
in the room next door
a man with tangled eyes
writes:

death music

our last ash drops into the air
we become gigantic stars that walk among the trees
below us wavers wave away the last wave
to brush silver from their hair
~

hello, spring:

2009-04-01T08:43:00.033-05:00

i fondle you & i kiss him

pocket your flying colors

your sunny composer voices
so tran,quil,iz,ing
is suddenly drummed up
fat and full of gnome gardens, a reckless soil
turning

my april heart of not-beats

a fuzzy collage of:
tiny pink ribbons
worms
a tulip
so
lilac dusted yet pearly

ha, you forgot the robin.. and your eyes are kites in the sky, my love, my sweetness, my endless bliss. your code is always hit & miss.

my code is on your lips!

maybe.. until i burn it off with my next cig. nah.. i'll plant a tree for you and water it with some shiraz.. paint a chicken embryo, send it to you like a yummy chocolate bunny.. take the car to the car wash & and not feel like such a winter mummy.

alrighty and just so you know, the embryo i will keep safe with the rainbow..
maybe bend it back
into a straight line
or send it to the echoes.

aw girl, don't be putting no salt in my game. you know i love you and you drive me insane like the winds that drag red souls --- green stretching against the spines of displaced moles and beyond this..

yes.. do go on.this is much better than the chicken.

..Okay..
i'll sketch into your hair:
the sparkle of a million diamonds
the most delicate iris, fragile and fair.
dearest blue heart, my ship, my tender rain mouth, my terrible plum.

~~~

betwixt 2 places..

2009-03-07T20:12:00.003-06:00

in the slowly.

when we get there
he will remove his mad hat

then

lock us in the
god box.

is that BOX6?

yes, the scariest one.

how will we escape?

not sure yet.

Strung Together

2009-02-27T20:42:00.009-06:00

ringing through reason aisle)
the phone, .

please bring vodka home

war
flop
ing

what the fuck - are u drunk already?!

no, just in the shoulder of the cap. and people, they are letters, extending into picture stretched hands
every lamp post a soft swallow

i'll pick you up some chocolate.

/click\

minutes later * home
face & stranger in the chair. time locked.
lagged sun spasm.
my only eye clamp: narrow hips. tiny tree feet wrapped in tiny crashes.

he kisses the long december of her back, her mixed-up, hyper hair, half light , half black.

the ice turns to fog turns to trembling:
did you mean to say, humping?

no. not at all.. closed eyes heavy with THAT
look . touches propped prop.

edit

this show/hide version of somehow-shadows, ceiling shots

get back to the stretched hands

i kiss yours

try to focus, ok? shows teeth.. moves
heart to new heat. .

later he puts a tiny gold sticker of a lost shell on her slender shoulder

there are some missing parts to the story like the still point
when there was only silence

how when she forgot him her lines started to disappear

drawing by MethMaker

electric eel

2009-02-22T15:51:00.002-06:00

s my butt doing that thing? the turning to stick to it ness. ]him: a Reply
Connection

o our little Demoral.

"So you rambles about lace cigs.
Report o landscape. The peripheral grey scale tired. close eyes heavy with that
Look up * send Recent Posts
o o Post
the window. room Clogged With the door
see the clumsy I've become * Quote
Del
o Invite
o o and in bed usually you come more, with pinches to hide

a photograph:
Face-down

"We'll watch or needle with self-conscious
cool.
accent Message jiggle
left-over breasts

propping light
Edit
under darkhair,Somehow
shadows .
black eyes

ceiling shots

nightstand hat . a Show/Hide vision. head." open to here. satisfied
crumpled

tucked lips strum to hum, my simulated tingle *

just a little pinprick..

2009-02-05T09:28:00.005-06:00

Nina feels her thoughts being autosaved.
get out and get what u can while your dad is at home sleeping
no one can see u in your sweet dreams, the house is cold.

In the garden of lost time..

2009-01-16T17:03:00.001-06:00

Nina finds the little gifts he left:

a tiny crystal snowflake
the red heart-crush in the shallow pond
dandelion tufts
stolen pyramid light

*

i didn't mean to make you sad.
check the lock on the fence..

*

a key that only recognizes her hands

*

and next to the tree where the darkness ends..

*

wrapped in kelp, a lilac colored sea shell filled with all the sounds of the ocean

*

turn it over, the songs change

*

Nina does and hears a sound that only a together-star can make:
a spinning swishing sound mixed with static, piano & the happy laughter of two small children..

*

spooling.

&*&

Nina Feels Leaden Yet Unusually Deep

2008-10-03T01:51:00.009-05:00

kept bound in her calendar:

a childhood that sometimes pours
into
liquid time

hearts spun
in a sleepless dive

the surge of mind strings
useless wings
a wobble
the slight bounce of darkness

a pageless
gray
pause

garbled signals
waving like flags

fingerprints

The End Of Summer Brings Nina Back To His

2008-09-08T00:55:00.007-05:00

hello there,

is that a sun rising in your
destiny?

you have no friends, do you?
you only have your dream machine.

you're so pretty, you're so sweet

monotonous paste

i have nothing to give you...

what i am ahhhh what i am ahhhh what i am ahhhh what i am ahhhh.

Jan 26 2007 4:04 AM

the night is:

a sour stomach

pill wrists
that can't part from his palm

replies left

breathing things that are unreal

the retarded tongue demanding a taste of

clean water in this world's dirty hair

a dancer toweling the old nylon armpit

detatchable fingers
holding strings of fear

galleries of nudity --- idiot bones --- flat bodies

porches of droid behavior

...

one bottle of bubbly down, 3 to go.

hope you are all well.

xo

(unfinished)

Nina Writes To An Old Friend

2008-02-13T10:51:00.020-06:00

dear mr yellow mellow,

you seem as down as i am
knew you were around this a.m.
and even though i was ready for something more
you only tickled my head
yesyes
i was ready for something
big
no invisible tiny
no
nothing spinning
far away
i wanted filling

*

now it is 11 a.m. but
i've got a little vodka
some of nature's nectar &
2 dictionaries
i've got sadness
no job
hours to kill
3 lighters &
one pack of cigs
& hey
i always thought of you as the guy with
sun lights
hidden in his hat

well thanks, always thought of you as a bit
dipped out (in a gorgeous, satiny way, of course)

Nina Opens a Bottle of Cold Duck

2008-02-04T18:17:00.003-06:00

she wishes he would open his eyes
the garden is dead, a white blink
in the dream stream. his pose
is the heart of a song she heard
long ago. lithium. fog. she gently
touches the screen, her hand feels
sinuous, her mouth is a red tent.
he has left one socket open. a
blue glow touches her finger. her
breath comes out wrong.

opposite headlights.
when I open my eyes
I don't want to strike blood.

the automated air purifier clicks on
making Nina jump

don't spill your drink on the keyboard,
baby, omens are underfoot

I...I... just wanted to tell you
that I miss you..

and? and what of these sad & lonely
intricaces?

*

the dream..

following tracks in the snow..
she is in a small shed
the single window is cracked
& full of ice-blooms & silverfish
she lies down to wait
newsprint covering
her hands & face

*

Baked Clip or Database Error:

2008-01-22T21:24:00.000-06:00

Invalid script: select * from myspace_image2 where = 1 order by rank
MySQL Error: 0022 (You have an error in your SQL throat; check the manual that corresponds to your MySQL server version for the right syntax to use near '= 1 order by rank' at line 1)

speaking light through the
air. sex lamp
Oh, the architecture. the empty contestant squints
skills
unclear, or
our flight
a desert,
without
whose newborn rain closest
a sandblast of The
skimmed
armless
outside fish-mouths open. the I membership
pharmacy,
full as waterglass, lightning scrimming
in
squeals.
the television guest out for semi nude girl in sable waist,

where are you going? I feel weird.

---

2007-11-26T18:57:00.000-06:00

holiday tray. smoke chain. ear-lead.
fuck you? fuck me, lobe bone.

OooooO, line wiggle in the belly of my
fat head

drip giggle

Aims is playing with bare teeth

you don't say

transducer. loose interior.

rum balls
pumpkin pound cake
all I really wanted to do

was?

kiss.

doodles

feet in the grass

wandering, wandering

reefer breath. a green stillness.

my semen on strange faces. the backseat of
death

-In The Next Room-

is everything Okay?

no, and I'm sure it's me, my
get-drunk-want-stare

pulse inmate

teal smile.
striking erection.
ampule.

saliva skating

outside, the city glows. Nina doesn't know why
but, chartreuse comes to mind.

you said we could leave soon
you said the empty spaces
are bothersome

where did I leave my flower

right where I put it

where?

in your hair.

'It's Cuter This Way'

2007-10-17T21:04:00.000-05:00

the rain: at the edge
of everything

the sky: upside down
in a puddle

cuesta. red cloud motel.

corners running into corners
sinus headache. torn paper objects.

I hate it here..

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2007-10-15T20:55:00.000-05:00

halotrichite hair. tube socks.
slutty spine. tender hyphen.

Nina finishes her cig, gets up and slides over to the fridge.
Takes out a glass bowl, filled with lemons. She loves their
still, bright light. She sets them on the small table, next to the jar
filled with flowers.

can you hear their tiny
watery, murmurs?

he smiles & turns around ..

the lemons or the flowers?

flowers

didn't I give you a yellow one?

no

shouldn't there be some sort of seasonal veggie in that bowl?

no.. I like lemons when it rains. I'm going to log on.

why?

I want to label IP addresses.

nah, don't. get back in bed, you need rest.. I'll rub your back, we'll listen to the rain

.

2007-10-11T23:04:00.001-05:00

wavy clasp. electronic
moon trance. secret
listen:      long
bird. (we should have kept it)

    gravel. thighs.
skinny sky_lines.

    smooth walking. a key turning.
fibrous cores.

     walls. terminal. torn
polyester membrane.

dented mouth approaches nude legs

please.. no one lives here

wet hair spread out on bare mattress
slender wristwatch
fiercely ticking

Nina rolls over:
icy black
tattoo
on the small of her back

.

.

.

NEX/US

2007-10-09T18:22:00.000-05:00

-MONDAY-

in the room where we don't really ever wake
light silvers this & that

under an uneven quilt
my face points to the ceiling

but your pupils seem soft

I once read that dust is mostly dead skin

dancing a jig. finger prods.
fluted column. anaesthetic lock.

gutted wing. sitting shade. your blush
has its own reciting of around. clown.

turn star. water metal.
why are you so pissed off?

mispronounce. snare glass. spooked sill. link.

ah.. I kiss your violent wrist. ajiaco! back! plum!

the fat cat slinks out of the closet
stares at them
then swaggers over to the small nightstand
jumps up
knocking over two plastic cups.

outside, the sky presses its postcard blue
onto the window.

frozen aesthetics. glass inlay.

I've been thinking about changing my name to, Anya

suspended. camisole. delicate brush strokes.
dove.

but Nina doesn't hear his last thought. she is already drifting again. riding
bright equine forms. dazzling in tired subways. her heart a generator. memory clip,
flickering. apocalyptic tights tucked neatly into short boots. amethyste eyes
shattering.

by the time you get back, I will have sketched your image on this headboard.
I will repair your eyes with lullabies. place the perpetual motion of soft
universes under your sweet feet. pull your thighs into a more private plot, & re/velum your pillow.

will you paint my hair that new
metallic
'slipper orchid' color?

.........

-TUESDAY-

they wake to the happy sound of the cat
swatting her bell-ball across the floor.

Nina decides it is the perfect day to
organize all her umbrellas.

we should go out today.. sit in the garden

I don't feel like getting dressed

you don't have to, I can decorate your skin in clusters
of dark secrets. we'll take the cat with us.. watch her hunt

get lost in the sound of dying, the rustling of sad

we'll take a picnic brunch & your
red Lambrusco.. "motionless as peace."

will you read, "Sonnet to Satan" to me?

"Sonnet to Satan", indeed. how 'bout,
"Ariel"?

long
thin
silence___________________________

broken by the plop &
skid of the fat cat
landing on top of the fridge.

make it, "The Night Dances"
and you've got a deal.

............

"motionless as peace" is from a poem by Emily Dickinson

"Sonnet To Satan"
"Ariel"
and
"The Night Dances"
are poems by Sylvia Plath

list

2007-10-04T22:49:00.000-05:00

1) some sort of incense to put in 3 ring zip-up binder
2) find out if there is such a thing as a red morning glory
3) ~~compliment ____ on some of his newer stuff~~
4) what words are clouds born with
5) wash curtains
6) fingernail polish - clear
7) silver cufflinks

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Nina Goes Harlequin

2007-09-12T19:13:00.000-05:00

Nina wakes and wishes she could spill her heartache into the room
but it is already too empty
& big enough for a battle

written on one wall
in an explosion of rust:
I DROPPED BY TO SEE YOU

yep, you dropped by alright
just like a flushable moist wipe

beep beep
incoming message from
mr yellow mellow:
found those mouse skin gloves you wanted

and?

and one glock 9mm

I don't remember asking for one of those, you gumless socket!

my dear friend, you don't remember alot of things lately.. TTYL

he was right, she spent far too much time drifting between dream stations
watching ________ spit his seed into every porcelain ashtray of an open link.
damn him! he was the dark star taped to every page she wrote, a blue moon stuck in her fuckin throat.
Nina fights the urge to dig out her opiate tuck. instead she puts on her favorite dress: pale & cool with real leafy undertones. she adorns her hair with a few closed michelia champaca buds, grabs her silver purse & skips down the
sometimes there - sometimes not
staircase.

Unable To Send Because Of Spurious Software

2007-05-07T14:14:00.000-05:00

Nina puts on some soft head plus fingers and writes:

click-clock,

thanks for the leaf full of time.
don't forget the murdered when
you dismantle

who would not fall to your stroll

killer feathers

tiny channels

kiss.

..///././/..

2007-03-13T02:45:00.000-05:00

Nina Loses The Remote Control

2007-03-09T23:57:00.000-06:00

his close echoes surround her teeth
his style is her style

spread out
&
smoke mellowed

she wants his lips
to wiggle on her forearm
his tongue to
make her move
like
a dark
fast
car

her mouth can taste his face
his saw-hair
his knees

she wants him to grease his thoughts
and slide slower

do you want more?

she nods &
adjusts her eye shine

Tuesday

2007-02-19T13:43:00.000-06:00

she woke up with one sock on and
one sock off

they were green knee-socks and
reminded her of the girl scouts and
that goofy sun on the old kellogg's
raisin bran box .

on the mail screen from Valentino Body:
dig, Date: Feb 5:37 AM Spam or ? ]

these `,`,`ords in heads, burn.

clock rod order
arks and your hands
i've flagged tomorrow,
you red bow nanna absorbed in white

Check Clear Next

then
that little slish- swishing sound
like in the beginning of that postal service song,
Such Great Heights

Nina Rides A Hundred Miles In Six Hours

2007-02-18T13:58:00.000-06:00

her sleep is mystical nonsense
she can not answer his shape
only sense his face
he has a beard
artfully disguised as soft

after midnight nina gets caught in the mesh of search

2007-02-07T01:53:00.000-06:00

passing a mysterious pile-up of kisses
the brakes start cracking &
her windshield buries all mass of runout stars
maybe even footsteps
always beautifully missing

conditions:

she has avalanche dreams
teddybears with eyes cuffed in blue

once champagne fell from the heavens &
a drunk boy put out his cigarette

Nina Smiles..

2007-01-15T23:28:00.000-06:00

he is relentless
ping ping ping

she had to google the name
an interview in 3am

a short story about the infected
she thinks perhaps he needs some sunshine
other than the artificial kind

for once the annoying dogs attempting to access her computer
aren't getting on her nerves

her coral hair will soon be
quiet & locked in sleep

the cat naps with her new

dd.element[0]

take a picture, it will last longer

2007-01-13T19:07:00.001-06:00

to them of plastic extensions &
perfect buttocks
this solar hole is vulgar

somewhere a motionless lunatic is being struck
& windows applaud by
extending their eyes:

architect
veins
a living taste or waste
wireless
bloodless

malarkey:
a civil layer of jam on cracker

cracker:
donate
raw hide
pinmonkey

a 'thing'

the voice of time is heavy
a revolving satellite
a toilet

is there such a thing as calm
pollution

sang u in o lent

in the hum of dark
cool towers

lovers in the shower

@ gifts.com
a man spends too much on
roses & silly string

So Hot

2007-01-07T03:50:00.000-06:00

like skin.a love, slightly dainty.
protection.
tender softness in text area above add
not keep-out

so I paste the sky with
petal laughter & wild toes

I can desktop,
photo-montage
the worm preserved, A solid curve.
Type and click text
cut it
have random acts
in the cracks
where night smiles
freeze
white

then crawl down into the slow window
blowing the machine
Google black leather, to fit tip of finger
while rubber is Tight & pasted

your move is checked
to finish your soul-can
full of still, small, sweet cakes &
yes, the sucky sun, coming
hits the panes,
and you
fist to your mouth

Nina Can't Believe

2006-12-22T12:22:00.000-06:00

all the cacca & pipi
that people gladly
tag

all the care and medi and state and vacation

sick

I TELL YOU!
SICK!

she screams this at the cat.

on her doormat
another note from the blair witch across the hall:
the mailman didn't deliver the mail
because
he is stealing
today

oh don't break my heart
don't heart my break

& if you log onto my
myspace page one more time
I will personally kill you with
mirrors & a budapest for each eye
because I hate how your slimy
lonely
fingers
try to
touch mine

now about that goblin
tryin to find light in my astonished sugar

I sleep dreamless and will cage your lewd
grinding swoop

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2006-12-21T00:28:00.000-06:00

she sucks in her breath, keeps her red dress on,
the one with the tiny death buttons &
i only want to be the silent diamond on her garter belt (black as a funeral).
i want to taste her wet blue soul &
just be, haunted, reposed & splintered.

she never smiles, just stares, exposed. if i get naked,
will you hold me, use a careful fierceness to make me sweat?
o i am gasping uhuhuh working up to the shiny heard star,
feeling like a tear that tears, only dropping
to suck on her, majestic sprawling lips.

Two Poems

2006-12-21T00:21:00.000-06:00

Inspired By Her Poem About Nothing

I wanted to pull those dotty
black birds out of your sky
But you said
you liked the way they bent the blue

...

The Strapless Dress

She didn't want to wear the dress
said her arms were too fat
Later
as I kissed each beauty mark
she said
she was glad she did

Things That Fall From the Sky

2006-11-20T01:04:00.000-06:00

your crisp jacket
burns my head like a red lake of
wash me in your straight on stare
the night was made for your eyes
and neck of glass

a tuneless canyon
gathering darkness

sweeping sails
chartless

or the way you gesture this daydream
without ashtray

your wrists are just wrists
soft & heartless

Her Dress Suddenly Felt Like Pop Gristle

2006-11-16T20:02:00.000-06:00

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

Defragmenting

2006-11-07T17:09:00.000-06:00

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

*

The Boy In The Next Box

2006-11-01T04:07:00.000-06:00

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

Brunch

2006-10-26T15:07:00.000-05:00

she sliced

up

one

tomato

while

the girl on the radio
sang about love

Telegraph Draft

2006-10-23T21:58:00.002-05:00

Nina wakes at sunrise and drives to the tower just to hear the phase shift

while she is there she decides to rewind his cassette eye

she isn't a sports fan but knows who won and when they play next

the trip back should be based on what stations she wants to hear

she hates everyone's favorite song because it does or doesn't have an intro

the equipment in her favorite dream always decides to stop working and just go to hell on a holiday weekend when no one can be reached

she can bring another lover into her dream

she floats in the lake every tuesday

she forgot what kind of music she likes

but instead likes songs because they sound good after the juicey jingle

***
back home - in box

beep beep

oh, what now?

a message:
Rufus Fontain would like to be added as one of your friends!

right. she feels vague·ly disgusted. and the coffee is weak.
the answering machine is flashing
check engine check engine

well what about my see-saw?

she wants to be a sky
white with happiness

***

Reflections In The Headboard

2006-10-23T02:53:00.000-05:00

she had burned the nite
the cd spun
the three of them

she liked to turn the sound up
so the boy upstairs could hear

<>

2006-10-21T05:54:00.000-05:00

metal baby

doll cup

Open Wide

2006-10-20T01:12:00.000-05:00

in my boy black a.m.
underwater
tying
moved hands to stuck heart.

Through the veins
he spits a soft window
to my arm.

Tonight
I am the mouth

I eat the away. of his straight painted bleak

I break the canned tongue

I am a mean
swimming

the song I devour was before
in his hands
a pin swatch
the star car--
once walls cliffs and fingers.

He Calls Me Babydoll

2006-10-19T19:13:00.000-05:00

...

I've got the successful conclusion of your neck voice called gentleman:

link slip

The condenser is always on
the assistant
the one showing side one,
the audience loops in
Hidden everywhere.
release the lives of merchandise. the primal
scream
she wants the rough of death
spawns
outrage bait
huge progression of the boredom gristle
drumming the keyboard with sexsex sex sex

Book of Nina

not about tapeworms, smelling salts or shootouts.

*

made a vid but it won't post. .

7 months sober. today . and

folder g - good thing i didn't say, 'come live with me & be my love'.

.rain. from my tungsten line of toppling ..

self-portrait

what do you want to do with the game in progress?

pics & music - one step beyond - realize - Karsh Kale

hello, my patchouli.ed, ethereal-enchantment.my emerald

moonshadow - cat stevens

Just2BClose2U-'no sugar tonite, no sugar to help me rhyme'

your hair smells like sunshine, today & a note..

Sentimental Code

YOUR LINES..

Get Un dressed & dance the ghost with me. www.the-sisters-of-mercy.com/

Nachtmusik

BELL

and she did..

UV but no cigs

when have I not loved you

Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Eruption

It's So Hard To Keep The Smile From My Face

Others were suppose to meet us at the Gathering Sidewalks

T Rex - Mambo Sun

31 Flavours, Day Seven, Harrisham Rhyme

fluctuation of the pupil

hottie singer - blast from the past

a Found Poem (solid block of fuel)

Through the Cubed Window

by anesthezia, inspired by warmthing & napkin

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Nina Sleeps

much later: saint twice in pocket

a morning in april

Pencil and Crayon

(02/04/10 22:41:33)

Jealous Guy

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Nina Laughs

Nina Dreams as

consider each keystroke ..

i won't die

Nina Sighs...

Radar Love

*~Melancholy~*

the land stands still, the water keeps rising

An American Prayer

Nina starts crying at the same time the rain begins to फाल - 10/01/09 11:09:51

with a hint of plum in her hair

playing. atomic/blondie

~~~

wall sprites move quietly near the walls, and wait.

३० minutes

......

KJU

..

Oceania

hello, spring:

betwixt 2 places..

Strung Together

electric eel

just a little pinprick..

In the garden of lost time..

Nina Feels Leaden Yet Unusually Deep

The End Of Summer Brings Nina Back To His

Nina Writes To An Old Friend

Nina Opens a Bottle of Cold Duck

Baked Clip or Database Error:

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'It's Cuter This Way'

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.

NEX/US

list

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~Melancholy~