3 August 2009
30 July 2009
118: Étoile
On a platter...
Truth serum lies
Low inside
Mouth open wide
Turns decide
Pretend to hear fuzz; dimly scattered lights
Take our fill, bodies numb still
Heard those words -- THOSE Those words --
Steps taken: downstairs. Exhuming what was once tired
Lemon's light, bitter stage, applause but a faint assumption
Sinking farther from the rest, floating above the dialogue. . .
(Swallowing my words, and burying them too
Dismantling thoughts to its abstract core,
All skeleton l e t t e r s
Soulless l e
t t
e r s
Cremating ideas, and the final rinse washes away its transgressions)
And all was lucid, lead-footed,
Grin, my dear, and think nothing of it. The evenings of our days
straddle the youth of our nights, and let's walk away tight-lipped
Grit my teeth as the pavement grinds between my feet.
I can hear the echoes, now and again, glass fractures like words
Spilling to the floor and into my ears. Will never forget Those sounds.
Truth serum lies
Low inside
Mouth open wide
Turns decide
Pretend to hear fuzz; dimly scattered lights
Take our fill, bodies numb still
Heard those words -- THOSE Those words --
Steps taken: downstairs. Exhuming what was once tired
Lemon's light, bitter stage, applause but a faint assumption
Sinking farther from the rest, floating above the dialogue. . .
(Swallowing my words, and burying them too
Dismantling thoughts to its abstract core,
All skeleton l e t t e r s
Soulless l e
t t
e r s
Cremating ideas, and the final rinse washes away its transgressions)
And all was lucid, lead-footed,
Grin, my dear, and think nothing of it. The evenings of our days
straddle the youth of our nights, and let's walk away tight-lipped
Grit my teeth as the pavement grinds between my feet.
I can hear the echoes, now and again, glass fractures like words
Spilling to the floor and into my ears. Will never forget Those sounds.
13 July 2009
6 June 2009
117: Flushed
Written on the face, unhidden
Visual partakes in truth
Illustrate my patterns in careless vision
No matter, the cause, numb
Realization.
Visual partakes in truth
Illustrate my patterns in careless vision
No matter, the cause, numb
Realization.
5 May 2009
116: Pinot Grigio
Bottle alone, myself the owner.
Clear as the glass that carries it,
born with citrus,
Bitter citrus,
And floral notes that write themselves in the air
Mouth catches them, carries them down,
Conveys the taste accustomed
Flooded and drained, to the Keeper
Filled with the sweetness of ire.
Clear as the glass that carries it,
born with citrus,
Bitter citrus,
And floral notes that write themselves in the air
Mouth catches them, carries them down,
Conveys the taste accustomed
Flooded and drained, to the Keeper
Filled with the sweetness of ire.
1 May 2009
15 March 2009
115: 1 AM Moon
The moon lays low in the sky.
Heavy, dim. Stealing light from the other,
thinking we could never tell. -- Things that distract me
from the threads of memory that lay low
by my feet. The day spent stepping over them.
Heavy, dim. Stealing light from the other,
thinking we could never tell. -- Things that distract me
from the threads of memory that lay low
by my feet. The day spent stepping over them.
6 February 2009
114: Tales
Wax philosophic; the interest wanes
From the forced natural burden, the hollow mass
Of empty weight that mimics ground and clouds that hover languidly.
From the forced natural burden, the hollow mass
Of empty weight that mimics ground and clouds that hover languidly.
26 January 2009
113: Taciturn
Feigned eloquence, it fills the room
with words and the voices that carry them.
Let them drift - heavy-handedness that
weighs down silence, attempts to bury
the fear of the mute - my speechlessness.
with words and the voices that carry them.
Let them drift - heavy-handedness that
weighs down silence, attempts to bury
the fear of the mute - my speechlessness.
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