April 23rd, 2oo9

catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.
catch my dreams or let them soar,
we don't need you anymore.

mister sandman.

April 15th, 2009

They were in love for awhile.

They would spend their days and nights talking,
and when they finally slept they
dreamt of each other's faces.
But this did not last for long.

He couldn't handle it anymore,
couldn't handle feeling another's breath inside him.
So they stopped talking.
And she fell asleep clutching the letters he wrote
inhaling their perfume,
and finally drifted into dreams of gardens where
sex and drugs didn't exist and
the sky was unceasingly the light colour of dawn and
all kisses were laced with butterscotch and
they held each other and
the boy sometimes allowed the tears to escape,
and she drank them in to taste his pain,
tabacco and bruise flavoured,
Martinelli's mixed with blueberry.

Sometimes they'd walk with their fingers intertwined,
all the while whispering how she never wished to wake up ever.

April 12th, 2009

I used to dream of static rooms and looming figures
Now I only dream of innocent animals dying and
people I never think about in my waking life.
I no longer remember what dreamless sleep feels like.

These dreams keep me from the sleep I so desperately need
And I can't wake without the scarring images they produce.
I don't know what I actually feel anymore.
I don't know who I actually feel for anymore.

April 3th, 2009

I played dress up today
With the moon

She didn't fit
In my dresses
And broke all my pearls

I liked those pearls

But I forgive her
Because she can't help
Her voluptuous size

March 31st, 2009

flower flower clementine
magic eyes from serpentine
jesus made my sandwich today
and i wait and i wait and i wait

March 28th, 2009

You beat leeches against the ground
As I
Stretched glowing spirits in their gravesites.
We seduce heavy bones in the night.

These luminous impressions under the mist,
Dark and dazzling near the fog,
You converse with murky hands above the slime,
Bright under their gravesites.

March 25th, 2009

Frozen pools and an alley cat
Running rats and acrobats
Spinal tap down my back
These are the things I will never forget.

A mildew confession from a dying old man
He killed three men, and raped a handful of women
Hoping for repentance from a worse-than-life sentence
He's going to die alone and forgotten.

March 23rd, 2009

Nectar travels down your chin
At an alarming rate.
Won't forget, can't forget
The colour against your skin.

I'll admit I've been
Feeling a bit down.
But maybe soon I'll
Learn to mend.

Won't forget, can't forget
The colour against your skin
Against your skin
your skin
your skin

March 22nd, 2009

Brilliantly over the sea
Possessed of something more
Than just a rush
I pendulate glowing brains before flowers.

Reach! The sin will come again,
Rabid under the clouds.

Smeared sinning rubes into the sky,
And now you’re
Strange and clammy in the mud,
Shining and altered ,

And now you’re a stranger.

March 12th, 2009

burned flesh fled far
sticky keys make this difficult to type.
I wish I could write words
That sound like their art.

Roja Roja Roja
scooters, vacation, fall
I'll boldly type what's on my mind
And of the things that surround me.

March 10th, 2009

Drawing water from the well
Like thoughts from your mind
Drinking India ink
Like a poisonous wine.

One two three times
a minute
A disastrous
Heartbeat

Field mice play under the
shade of a giant
Who kills them for being
Themselves.

March 7th, 2009

cursing breaths
curved spines
my hand in yours,
you're finally all mine.

heartbeats like sleep
inducing drugs.
press against me so
I can hear and
Finally find a calm sleep.

March 1st, 2009

A perfect circle, she lay in it
and some pollen circled her nose,
but she didn't mind. It was soft.
The grass itched across her shoulder blades.

Her hands were in the air,
and she was reaching for the branches,
so very far up in the trees.
She was always out of reach.

In her mind this was a beautiful clearing,
she wasn't sure how others saw it but
it was what it was to her, and no one else.
She wished she had someone to share it with.

February 20th, 2009

gradually filling, the milk pours from
your mouth into their eyes as they
dream of green fields and October skies
and the envy you have will never subside.

Days pass so fast it's like a carnival of colours
A horse moving up and down, a sad clown
Unforgettable moments of cotton candy,
sticky situations and candy apple smiles.

February 16th, 2009

Spiders want to destroy us all.
They're planning, spinning webs and ideas,
they're sucking blood from insects but they can't wait
till the figure out how to spin death webs big enough
to catch us and wrap us and eat us for lunch.

I can hear their tongueless whispers as I
fall asleep at night.
They remember every one of their friends
killed by human hand,
chanting their names in unison and sounding alarms.

February 15th, 2009

the city breaths and lights up your eyes as you drift through the streets and stop at all the signs that tell you where to go but you ignore them just to say hello and pass until you find the place you need to be but you've not found it yet so you keep drifting and drifting and drifting and drifting

February 14th, 2009

the sky kissed the earth and said
"dearest I must leave."
so she flew up and blanketed the space
and took with her the clouds and the stars and the sun.
and the earth was lonely, so lonely with out his friends
so he planted seeds in his skin and grew humans
who cared for him until they forgot
how to listen to his voice and
used his gifts against him.

February 12th, 2009

she eats butterflies
and grows wings from her
shoulder blades
and flies into the
city where they
lock her up in a cage.

so she eats the key and
becomes a shape shifter and
oozes through the bars keeping her back.

flying to the fields of ice
she is safe.

February 1st, 2009

Staring at the sun rising
Squeezing the colours through a tube of paint
Splashing to the ground, my skin
Bathed in orange

I'm the happiest
When I hit
Rock bottom.

January 22nd, 2009

I pulled out the dresses
from two new boxes,
hurrying down the stairs.

They sit in front of their matching vanities,
two tables made of cotton candy vomit
with intestinal weaving trims.
The lights shone down on them,
the white powder hiding
the scarred, red skin,
the headstones from years of those
little pus-filled bumps
making themselves home in early adolescence.

I pulled the dresses on them,
tightening them with all the strength I had
hoping maybe one day,
if I pull hard enough,
they’d implode on themselves.