Monday, July 28, 2008

what can you say?

"What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What's the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood? " - Buddha

Fucked if I know.

Friday, July 18, 2008

To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.
- George Santayana

Thursday, July 17, 2008

who wants to know.

feeling real empty
too many dreams about married men
you ever get the feeling
you were born to be everyone you meets mistake

Mother fucking masterpiece

blue children: gathered in a mirror
hard to remember intelligence,
amazing interiors of crumbled castles
weigh the heavy heads of coy observers
on the light-weight of joy filled hearts
like the dips of a camel
foresight comes and sums
through at throught
threw my bone
never want to be left alone
now
snow
rein,
rain.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

she lights the lanterns

in a town she swore was dead
she lights the way home

her weariness is a surprise to the lost
what would she have to despair

she the last giant left in a town of statues and tiny bleeding hearts

when your eyes fall between the folds of her fleshy shield
overwhelming waves of pain and sadness hold your breath at attention

hard to look again once its happened

Thursday, July 3, 2008

it's hard to do

Breaking up...
well what can i say
the last person-- the only person
i actually broke up with was "Jock Boy"
in 8th grade
that was over ten years ago.
all other relationships i've had forced them to do it.
slow methodical torture
what a treat i am

but i might be able to keep this one as a friend
maybe still a lover
i do love him
it sucks that he was unable to step it up
maybe someday