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Sunday, November 22, 2009
I dreamt of horses hooves striking splintering against empty concrete streets a surface alien shear echoes chased them between glimmering walls sounds until then unknown to such vigilant ears the sounds of an unfamiliar predator but a predator nonetheless Sunday, November 08, 2009
I am thinking of writing you letters not in the flickering flippant cast of antisocial netresting rather in the lonely glow of far cities and hungry fires penned in a hand that could only be mine on the found paper of circumstance stained with the purpose of ink and the happenstance of drink and sauce and earth I will you tell many things all of which translate to I am lost It is you I miss I will both steal and make envelopes binding the contents with the wet of my tongue or anything that clings fast Monday, October 26, 2009
cast your stars across the broadness of my back broadness of my shoulders constellations in negative name them after our daughters yet to be our sisters past our mothers always name them for our loves Sunday, October 25, 2009
I'm listening to what she sings and smelling burning leaves I'm listening to what she sings one - two - three - four and this season smells like smoke and rot like burning leaves like incineration and decomposition burning leaves but I still hear her sing through the smoke one - two - three - four and when disappearing and dying seem to be in season I think of how to pull out the deepest roots and keep growing Tuesday, October 13, 2009
fold me in thirds suitable an envelope ready to be sealed by the slickness of your tongue Monday, October 12, 2009
I'm not sure that they knew enough about you or what the thing they labeled you as to inspire hate I'm not sure that they hated anything other than the world loudly or themselves silently or what they had not become in ignorance If someone has hated me I've not known of it I have not given reason for that kind of passion at least not more than a one night stand's worth of hate but sometimes that's all it takes not done. seems to be going somewhere. Sunday, October 11, 2009
This hum brings every beauty into glowing focus from rhythmic toes flexing flesh and bone metronomes to straining fingers finding home in a fretless land |
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