July 2009
7 posts
May 2009
37 posts
found friends in the locust
I lost a part of myself here, but have gained so much. I splash my feet in the water, under the moonlight, tapping your name in morse code. I can see you smiling. I can taste your laughter in the ripples of the lake.
I feel pretty, oh so pretty.
You are.
I toss and turn all night. I toss and turn to see the sun rise.
Morning girl.
Morning boy.
I think I'm getting the hang of this
they can feel my apprenhension
and I can feel their disdain.
so far, so good.
Eating ants... insulting the unemployed... loving...
today I've witnessed
a security guard fall down a flight of escalator stairs.
a plane full of people passive-aggressively complain about a crying baby at momentous volumes.
some sort of bird, fly right into the window pane of my parents sun room, squawk, fall and hobble away into the woods.
so far, so good
dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams.
love fool
Can I live here?
Dawning socks now. Hair combed with a meticulous part. Mourning for yesterday while yearning for tomorrow. Forgetting now. It’s been a while. Like a child needing the ending. Like a marathon run without training. Little regard for the rest. Anger through petrification. Simple pleasures neglected. Evidence cast aside. Smiling ear to ear.
Can I live here?
April 2009
24 posts
solace
Tell me everything is fine. Tell me life is beautiful and that all our ambitions will come to fruition. Tell me I’m dreaming and soon we’ll wake to leave this place. Tell me it’s okay to stay asleep. Tell me the stars beneath my feet aren’t out of reach and that heaven is all around us. Tell me nothing hurts and glory is within. Tell me I look exhausted but it’s worth...
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What I wish to orally express, is a spoken reconstruction of an emotion, compliantly felt, into a principle - defended through action. There are eight letters that comprise the sentence I long to whisper. The average human heart (female) weighs eight ounces. There are eleven letters that make up the response my ears were tuned for. The average human heart (male) weighs eleven ounces. By my...
a wake in the clouds
He’s headlong down a mountain. Face calloused from the rocks. His palms are bruised from trying to stop, and dirt fills his lungs. The tops of his feet and tips of his knees are torn open, exposing his blood. He’s conditioned his heart, and his mind is persistent, but he’s wasted much energy with befuddled resistance.
What lies at the bottom? Anything? Is it going to harm and...
running is quicker but walking conserves energy
I keep telling myself it’ll be alright, I’m floating on an uneasy river and we’re dreaming. I’ll meet up with you again someday. I’m sure we’ll chat and maybe share something special. As for the moment I’m in, you cannot occupy this same time. This space knows nothing of you, and has nothing for you. Wish me luck. I’m not turning my back on you,...
eyes sewn to lips, kiss after kiss
When you’re through with me, my skin will have known your skin. My fingers will have traced every crest and curve, followed every pathway of blood. My tongue will have tasted tongue, and our hearts will have beat in rythm.
and today we celebrate the earth
I spent an afternoon looking at the grass. Watched it sway back and forth, pulled by the wind. Compressed by footsteps, only to rise again. Some of it yellowed by the sun. Some of it was thinning and beginning to flake. The grass, all of it, is sustained by water. I thought, “This is me, I am grass. I was yellow and thinning once. Parts of me have flaked away into the dark and I’m...