-
sometimes she slips,
falls into a gathered nest of hollowed pot
-
In a company of women
both laughter and tears
-
there is time beneath words.
-
self assured sacrifice
splayed across an open altar.
-
There is a weightlessness to falling.
-
This sun drifts toward a lower key:
down with the bass notes where each night falls
-
-
All paper
will cast a pale silhouette
-
-
-
this glossy hair will grow
past my dying
-
-
23 lines, 9 comments,
on Dec 19 1:07 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
&n
42 lines, 8 comments,
on Dec 17 6:38 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
27 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 15 6:24 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
This airport as web, with spokes of comings and goings,
a sum of words unspoken, where only a few fly to schedule,
36 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 12 1:15 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
A Russian doll wears her masks
layered. Honesty reveals a deeper face,
40 lines, 8 comments,
on Dec 7 11:51 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
36 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 7 11:08 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
We are all twisted squares
of moonlight,
43 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 3 8:32 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
Deep fingers cup pools of missing
flesh and silence-
42 lines, 9 comments,
on Nov 27 10:27 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
At night a forest grows-
trees backed up as far
40 lines, 46 comments,
on Nov 12 7:16 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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she is 5
going on 30-
45 lines, 12 comments,
on Oct 26 9:32 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
Oh alexanderer,
you dilly danderer!
-
she has little
feet & the rest
32 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 25 5:15 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
26 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 25 9:35 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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-
21 lines, 14 comments,
on Oct 19 12:36 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
strands float
upon a water garden-
21 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 16 10:07 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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how can I express this answer?
I ask myself why she
23 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 13 11:45 AM 2007. In Personal
-
-
46 lines, 11 comments,
on Oct 9 10:29 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
This street lamp
made of paper,
-
-
wake up &
he's still here.
-
gaze deeply at
this flesh,
-
press me lightly into Earth -
leaking water
-
mind is an eye that reads itself;
a tongue that
-
-
falling away from her sky
old fl
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she was mystery,
colour eclipsed
-
-
whisper us incidental -
in song of leaves
-
-
she fossicks through buckets
of a 21st century fire sale;
-
-
-
-
Her heart-on-sleeve hollows
a numb below her elbow's trust -
-
her bias-scarf
wore her neck loosely, [ slapping.lapping.flapping ]
-
I.
slot machine eyes scan markets mutely:
-
Twelve rules to live by,
disciples of the modern God;
-
fractures in self resonate,
sealed
-
-
youth wastes springs' river / drowns in swift currents of thought
-
a ragged scar / carved / a space / in stone, /
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mother - how you climb each / nerve, drowning me / among your perfume stain / [ it hovers round me still / &
-
senses lost in thought / though found in feeling: / moments drown / in red tides / no bystanders remain innocent enough
-
I claw deeper than my rare bloods' chatter - / seeking tissue warmth; torn inside-outside; / a cat-caged rat? -- a string stained tatter?! ... /
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these hands collapse clay -
-
/ / Every circle is a square that hides its corners well / To find them just look sidewise; squin
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/ / / / I cried, I lied, I died to sit with her a while - /
-
-
/ never content with ordinary lies / she falls into short exhalations / &nb
-
/ / / I. / I carelessly trip over your tong
-
/ / / / nature is that narro
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
she went - slipping into unfolded memories;
-
-
when I open my heart, this is what I hear...
-
the wisdom of steel resides in deep cuts -
-
ever so often time winks - to skip a line
-
resound of common origins, now lost
-
-
-
lost in summers' haze marsh reed reaching
-
Memory inhabits the plaster cracks that scrawl
-
wanton moments, seed spent seeking origin - forgetting at the pivot;
-
wanton moments, seed spent seeking origin - forgetting at the pivot;
-
Memory inhabits the plaster cracks that scrawl
-
lost in summers' haze marsh reed reaching
-
-
-
resound of common origins, now lost
-
ever so often time winks - to skip a line
-
the wisdom of steel resides in deep cuts -
-
when I open my heart, this is what I hear...
-
-
she went - slipping into unfolded memories;
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
/ / / / nature is that narro
-
/ / / I. / I carelessly trip over your tong
-
/ never content with ordinary lies / she falls into short exhalations / &nb
-
-
/ / / / I cried, I lied, I died to sit with her a while - /
-
/ / Every circle is a square that hides its corners well / To find them just look sidewise; squin
-
these hands collapse clay -
-
I claw deeper than my rare bloods' chatter - / seeking tissue warmth; torn inside-outside; / a cat-caged rat? -- a string stained tatter?! ... /
-
senses lost in thought / though found in feeling: / moments drown / in red tides / no bystanders remain innocent enough
-
mother - how you climb each / nerve, drowning me / among your perfume stain / [ it hovers round me still / &
-
a ragged scar / carved / a space / in stone, /
-
youth wastes springs' river / drowns in swift currents of thought
-
-
fractures in self resonate,
sealed
-
Twelve rules to live by,
disciples of the modern God;
-
I.
slot machine eyes scan markets mutely:
-
her bias-scarf
wore her neck loosely, [ slapping.lapping.flapping ]
-
Her heart-on-sleeve hollows
a numb below her elbow's trust -
-
-
-
-
she fossicks through buckets
of a 21st century fire sale;
-
-
whisper us incidental -
in song of leaves
-
-
she was mystery,
colour eclipsed
-
falling away from her sky
old fl
-
-
mind is an eye that reads itself;
a tongue that
-
press me lightly into Earth -
leaking water
-
gaze deeply at
this flesh,
-
wake up &
he's still here.
-
-
This street lamp
made of paper,
-
46 lines, 11 comments,
on Oct 9 10:29 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
how can I express this answer?
I ask myself why she
23 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 13 11:45 AM 2007. In Personal
-
strands float
upon a water garden-
21 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 16 10:07 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
21 lines, 14 comments,
on Oct 19 12:36 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
26 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 25 9:35 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
she has little
feet & the rest
32 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 25 5:15 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
Oh alexanderer,
you dilly danderer!
-
she is 5
going on 30-
45 lines, 12 comments,
on Oct 26 9:32 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
At night a forest grows-
trees backed up as far
40 lines, 46 comments,
on Nov 12 7:16 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
Deep fingers cup pools of missing
flesh and silence-
42 lines, 9 comments,
on Nov 27 10:27 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
We are all twisted squares
of moonlight,
43 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 3 8:32 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
36 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 7 11:08 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
A Russian doll wears her masks
layered. Honesty reveals a deeper face,
40 lines, 8 comments,
on Dec 7 11:51 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
This airport as web, with spokes of comings and goings,
a sum of words unspoken, where only a few fly to schedule,
36 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 12 1:15 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
27 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 15 6:24 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
&n
42 lines, 8 comments,
on Dec 17 6:38 AM 2007. In Contemporary
-
23 lines, 9 comments,
on Dec 19 1:07 PM 2007. In Contemporary
-
-
this glossy hair will grow
past my dying
-
-
-
All paper
will cast a pale silhouette
-
-
This sun drifts toward a lower key:
down with the bass notes where each night falls
-
There is a weightlessness to falling.
-
self assured sacrifice
splayed across an open altar.
-
there is time beneath words.
-
In a company of women
both laughter and tears
-
sometimes she slips,
falls into a gathered nest of hollowed pot
-
she becomes her own truth
on a Thursday,
-
weathered gentle
by a low summer rain,
-
I remember the memory
of childhood-
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