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.
Mar 13, 2007
Mar 10, 2007
Nina Loses The Remote Control
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
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
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
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
Feb 19, 2007
Tuesday
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
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
Feb 18, 2007
Nina Rides A Hundred Miles In Six Hours
her sleep is mystical nonsense
she can not answer his shape
only sense his face
he has a beard
artfully disguised as soft
she can not answer his shape
only sense his face
he has a beard
artfully disguised as soft
Feb 7, 2007
after midnight nina gets caught in the mesh of search
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
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
Jan 16, 2007
Nina Smiles..
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]
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]
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