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)
Sep 8, 2008
Feb 13, 2008
Nina Writes To An Old Friend
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)
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)
Feb 4, 2008
Nina Opens a Bottle of Cold Duck
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
*
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
*
Jan 22, 2008
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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.
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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.
Nov 26, 2007
---
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.
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.
Oct 17, 2007
'It's Cuter This Way'
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..
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..
Oct 15, 2007
untitled
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
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
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