Strung Together

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.

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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




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electric eel

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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
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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..

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..

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

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

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

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)