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
Jan 11, 2010
Dec 14, 2009
i won't die
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.
..................................................
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.
..................................................
Dec 11, 2009
Nina Sighs...
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.
..
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.
..
Dec 5, 2009
Radar Love
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.
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.
Nov 2, 2009
*~Melancholy~*
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
~~~
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
~~~
Oct 20, 2009
the land stands still, the water keeps rising
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]
~<~<~<~====~<~<~<~^^~>~>~>~====~>~>~>~
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]
~<~<~<~====~<~<~<~^^~>~>~>~====~>~>~>~
Oct 16, 2009
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