on
10-7-11:45 pm
A tall glass, red as iron rust going tall up my happy wild flush.
A winter ago a sledge of feet trailed down the silver mountain,
Descending into this bowl of dissolve.
Hello girl. I am brave enough to cross the feet of breath between where I stand passer on the street and where you sit, curled in your lap, hooded black. I can see you want to cry, but, and need a question to give you the answer.
The cold apparitions of my nature
Have finally reached your bed.
Unannounced, and unapologetic.
My attempts to suppress my vicissitude halted
When I stole a moment of rage, from our placid illusion of love.
I jumped out like a spark and landed ash soft on my dreaming body.
When I awoke from this spur of abandonment I was shocked
To find my spiritless body had been thrust
into the aftermath of protective allegiance to myself.
I am sorry to have such a ferocious guild of spirits intent upon my communion with them,
At the expense of idle moments content on the time I spent with you, dead as a rug.
O canopy of city steam, through which I have on better nights extinguished with my fierce absolve to see the stars! I older now, and more has settled on my windows. I look out in my sleep and on occasion stop and realize how far I have hung from such a thin vein. Forgive me, all of you, all of you who speak to God, tell him I know what I have killed. Tell him I’ll bury all the sapling voices when I find that lot of soil deep enough to harbor such a precious life.
Strobe lights, these
10-9-06 11:50 pm
Oh this and that my playful guard. Let it hit me, the hollow beast that hangs awaiting some blow that only a blindfolded boy could aimlessly break.
Goarding hapless legs over pregnant pink maternity gowns, stored, I am, like the rest of my mother’s years.
This ode to the reptile crossing , trappling over the bridges and on to the fabid ruin of our padded plume.
Do you love my brooming fallows and my instead trails leading up to the view where hay strings placid woven words meant for the rain to dazzle with it’s diamond remains.
A tall glass, red as iron rust going tall up my happy wild flush.
A winter ago a sledge of feet trailed down the silver mountain,
Descending into this bowl of dissolve.
Hello girl. I am brave enough to cross the feet of breath between where I stand passer on the street and where you sit, curled in your lap, hooded black. I can see you want to cry, but, and need a question to give you the answer.
The cold apparitions of my nature
Have finally reached your bed.
Unannounced, and unapologetic.
My attempts to suppress my vicissitude halted
When I stole a moment of rage, from our placid illusion of love.
I jumped out like a spark and landed ash soft on my dreaming body.
When I awoke from this spur of abandonment I was shocked
To find my spiritless body had been thrust
into the aftermath of protective allegiance to myself.
I am sorry to have such a ferocious guild of spirits intent upon my communion with them,
At the expense of idle moments content on the time I spent with you, dead as a rug.
O canopy of city steam, through which I have on better nights extinguished with my fierce absolve to see the stars! I older now, and more has settled on my windows. I look out in my sleep and on occasion stop and realize how far I have hung from such a thin vein. Forgive me, all of you, all of you who speak to God, tell him I know what I have killed. Tell him I’ll bury all the sapling voices when I find that lot of soil deep enough to harbor such a precious life.
Strobe lights, these
10-9-06 11:50 pm
Oh this and that my playful guard. Let it hit me, the hollow beast that hangs awaiting some blow that only a blindfolded boy could aimlessly break.
Goarding hapless legs over pregnant pink maternity gowns, stored, I am, like the rest of my mother’s years.
This ode to the reptile crossing , trappling over the bridges and on to the fabid ruin of our padded plume.
Do you love my brooming fallows and my instead trails leading up to the view where hay strings placid woven words meant for the rain to dazzle with it’s diamond remains.
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