lundi 9 novembre 2009

dimanche 25 octobre 2009

Chicago soon, bringing home school pamphlets for two.

dimanche 18 octobre 2009

You're back.
I'm back,
and flat

We're both getting flatter in all areas fluid full,
just in time for my yearly anniversary of sitting in soil.

mardi 22 septembre 2009

Maher, salas-has-bas.

Inde genus durum sumus, experiensque laborum,
Et documenta damus quâ simus origine nati.

jeudi 10 septembre 2009

I'm not that serious.

Rarely do my feelings touch my fingers, and this town has an unending swirl of long I long. In an obstacle of psychosexual stages, I am orally fixated in a grey body of four components, and life is trying for me. I'm sorry to those whom I've neglected enough to pass gritty sweet gestures that don't fill the cup of the ones inside me, but maybe it's time for a new approach, and new passengers.

I sat at the sea's curb and watched the shadows fall on critters because you don't have time
I've read books you've always wanted to read because literacy doesn't appeal to you like it used to
I chant lines of Burgess to you while sitting in chills, and you can't see it but I'm talking to you
I've neglected the beach because of us and slur memories of lion coated sunsets on car tops
I wish you were here, you're missing everything darl'.

mercredi 26 août 2009

mardi 23 juin 2009

dimanche 21 juin 2009

Deep in the woods, I see a promise land.

lundi 4 mai 2009

Because of the language.

Stuck in a real triangle, and I don't go out. I think about the world for a sec then hum hum hum hum hum hum hum.

jeudi 26 mars 2009


I heard a skull crunch, and I sneezed blood across the coffee table.

mercredi 18 mars 2009

It rained today and I didn't have your umbrella.

samedi 7 mars 2009

and you think of your new bright doll
and I chew on those words
and I chew on your doll
I need the time to realize what I really want to eat in the morning without deciding to go hungry; sitting on my bed hunching my shoulders and deciding whether your snow is really what's missing. Condolences nowadays have been purely financial or meaningless. I'm afraid of using a foreign tongue towards the city and another towards you. I yelled "Fuck!" tonight when I sat in my car because that's how I've been taking everything. I'm dirtying my mind and all I want to do is wake up with the detumescence of my mouth magically synchronically achieved and clean skin.

vendredi 16 janvier 2009

I've had an image of this hat since the Norwegian winter day dream I had months ago. And this, like the dream, isn't as serious as I'd hope the walk around Mjøsa would be.

mardi 13 janvier 2009

vendredi 9 janvier 2009

I want my head in between god's knees, my nose towards the floor.

I want to sleep slowly through the entire night and to stretch my neck backwards without breaking it for another. I want to eat more so my skin glows and I want to sip my lost purity back inside. I want to rest my head on someone's adoring knee so I wont think about god or how nice Charles Starkweather looked with Caril. I want to see more dirt on my hands and less of spoiled ice cream, grease, and roller skate bruises.

I want this because nothing else seems enough, and I want this because it's all that's worth holding.