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it is like ribbons that later are deposited on the floor and disregarded. I felt a shattering detonating inside my chest; it makes my whole body quiver inside, shaken like an earthquake. I dont even know what this is anymore-- I keep thinking about birdcages, barriers, open up gates! or if it's even worth it? to untangle this ribbon of mess, these silly thoughts that keep plaguing me. ... Continue Reading

Posted: May 18th, 2009

I would dance for it like Salomé; The veils are words of God, A Christianity. Once plated, I would adorn it with hyacinths, Photograph its features: Green eyes gone dull, lifeless--- Petrified lips open Defenseless; The skin is colorless. I would kiss it sweetly Like a fresh injury Or an old talisman. I would display it, proud; It would greet visitors As if saying, "Here! ... Continue Reading

Posted: May 6th, 2009

Do you see why the candlelight flickers in your eyes? Because there is nothing else there. There is demise in the way that you carry your smile yet it is precious, a slight advantage in offering the sense that you may be an actual human being: a fountain of desires that don't require the glamour, glitzy image, a walking spectacle, smile into the camera, pose with your posse, a deteriorating image, ... Continue Reading

Posted: March 28th, 2009

He was scented by the sun as she bathed in his lacquer; once upon they were in the middle of a daffodil, but now they are steel ruins in a field. ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 6th, 2009

Contempt to my left (blonde, in a red dress, arms folded tighter than mine), I say, "He could have called" to no response. ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 4th, 2009

a small puddle underneath the shadowy palm of an oak tree a single-colored disarray of thistles that gently lay on top one another it’s autumn now let me color the inside of your lids with the horizon of sunrise mirroring over a pond, so placid the shrieking sens ... Continue Reading

Posted: January 11th, 2009

If we move, they’ll draw us smaller and smaller. Lines corresponding with distance, with the stagnancy of space and the contours of guardrails, highway-combed in peripheral sight guiding us, guide the eye geometric lines. One eye lives in anguish trying to trace; the left eye submitting to its own inferiority. Mechanical and misleading into the right direction, from leaf to leaves, hood to ... Continue Reading

Posted: January 3rd, 2009

In the night, there are fifteen men who crawl out from under your bed real slow with gnarled, putrefying hands that cling to the ridge of the box spring and haul themselves along, inching by terrible inch across the carpet, fingers creeping up and up, tugging at the comforter and the slack cotton folds of your pajamas. You've never seen their faces or even the crowns of their heads. ... Continue Reading

Posted: October 1st, 2008

I was frightened by the gunfire When you said you'd be my protector, And so I followed you through The gangland, and into the sewer, And ultimately under arrest. The kiss you left on the side of my head was enough To dispel rats and rivals and all fears. By morning, I'd forgotten why Or for what we were hoping; I'd forgotten our reasons. Did we actually believe That boat could sustai ... Continue Reading

Posted: September 2nd, 2008

It was Saturday, July 5th, A cookout. I had been drinking martinis for breakfast When you invited me to get high. I could see, then, A glimpse of the future In which we were cleft, Walls between us, Intimacy lost. After these years, really, Is she my censor? Is she Worth this dissolution? ... Continue Reading

Posted: July 10th, 2008

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