April 27th, 2oo9

It's funny how
Dominoes, so often
Apply to life in general.

April 26th, 2oo9

I want to build a cob house
and have three children and make them wings and tutus

Fish and rice fish and rice, pineapple and apples and grapes
wholegrain waffles with kiwi and strawberry and banana and honey

audrey hepburn and edie sedgwick.
old novels and comfy chairs.

twinkling lights coloured glass and gauzy curtains.
owls and fireflies...

April 21st, 2oo9

Today I had soymilk
And it tasted like an Italian villa.
I've never noticed that before.
And I forgot about everything

But my soymilk Italian villa

April 19th, 2oo9

A singing, fearless, waste of space.
I dreamt I was drowning with you.
The bubbles of your song floated to the surface,
And played for the sky your last lamentation.

But we weren't really scared,
Just playing the parts assigned at birth;
Human to a fault,
With flaw and fear abound.

Secretly, we accepted death with open arms
Because there was nothing else.

April 18th, 2oo9

I am lost in the colour blue.
A circular pattern,
Through sapphire and periwinkle
Azure and indigo
Baby, Egyptian, and cornflower blue.
It's like a Cerulean cell
With demin walls and ultramarine bars.

It seems I've swallowed the key.

April 17th, 2oo9

There was a time when
Satisfaction was guaranteed.
But now I have no idea where
I am or
What's ever going on.

I will never be
Good enough
for me.

April 13th, 2009

We sleep at day so we can talk at night.
They keep us apart in darkness,
afraid of,
indecency?

They say they remember being a teenager
But I don't recall ever feeling like one.

April 9th, 2009

It was the winter
of harlots.
hooligans and
hard drugs
hard liquor
hardened men.

kind-hearted evil abound
dim archangels and
loose change.

April 8th, 2009

Somewhere in a hut
There is a man who
keeps his heart in a basin
by a locked shed.

And every day
teenage boys try to
break in to his shed,
because they figure
he must have something valuable there.

But his secret is,
the shed is empty
for he holds nothing close
to his personal clock.

April 6th, 2009

my gut is in your mailbox
the beast has slayed the beauty
she talked too much, and smelled too sweetly
for his liking.

i drank the vial labeled "drink me"
and ate the cookies labeled "eat me"
but nothing happened
the magic's gone
I am
gone

April 1st, 2009

I shut off my valve
And opened my worm cans
My ears are broken
Words ooze from your mouth
I can't hear I can't here I'm not here

Happy April Fools

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 30th, 2009

a ticking clock.
your hands were made for fixing.
my mouth was made for speaking
with eyes made for watching.

March 29th, 2009

Moccasins dip in the milk
Puddled at your toes.
Your spine elongates and
You smile at the sun.

I forgot why I was angry.
I forgot I forgot I forget I've forgotten.

March 27th, 2009

your mouth is a storm drain.
spewing bile
horrible words meant for
shady bars and bloodshot eyes.

Maybe we were lovers,
A long time ago.

March 26th, 2009

I'm having one of those nights.
Everyone is so
talented and
smart and
I just don't even understand
what they're talking about or
how they did what they did to
that photograph
and I just wish I could be super
talented at something or just
SMART you know
but my brain feels like it's
got its own personal corset and
I just can't function or learn anymore.

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 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 21st, 2009

This isn't right
This isn't what I meant
Each day's like a word spoken without thought
As hours pass the stress builds, my teeth clench

You ask too many questions
My throat's too sore to answer
My mind's too blank to answer
My ears turned deaf, my eyes turned blank.

Forget about it, you know I will.

March 20th, 2009

Geranium flying
Soaring through the air
Pirouetting roots,
The dirt and the
Petals
Taking their own courses
Settling farther than ever
From the apple tree.