I’m dreaming of you, again.
I am embarrassed to be an American tourist.
The first leaves quietly.
Energy pulsates through the vicinity in
suck the poison out the wound
I don’t recall when I first realized that I was myself,
Snapping the cider can
rings the fondness
I did not love myself for a very long time.
We wane to invisible amongst a crowd of thousands.
you will be plucked from the forest one day: arid wind
You stand in the mirror, supermodel posing, as I watch from the bed.
A misty sunrise shrouds the forest inhabitants as they wake gradually
brass knuckles and bruised cheeks,
how many secrets can we keep?
A soldier becomes a soldier when all is blinding white.
when she falls (girl choking
blood, soldier stitched shatter-
In every song, cancer sounds the same:
how does one greet the things that go bump in the night?
There must be a kind of opposition to this already.
She had found the seashells by accident.
how can it be?
It rained cats and dogs last night
words were too complicated
so i shut my mouth.
Into my ears, you sing
unyielding fire forges a charred complexion.
she is stuck in the dark musk of pine,
Your laugh lets the memories loose
Here we are, at this same desk where I once worked from eight ‘til two
I sit in the window of a 40-floor office building,
when they wring you dry, arms over head, legs
another song about saffron
Over the tawny lake
whose creamy facade ripples
it’s not any different from when i shut
there is a hole in the ceiling,
and drops of the sky leak from it,
bask in whatever it is you painstakingly crave to do,
Please don’t read this because I don’t know what these words are.
Dear friend, how are you? I miss you.
I want to scream at the world
I want to lose my temper
Skimming along the surf,
Callisto was in love.
Blue child has hope hover over his brows
I ran into you in the halls the other day.
this road winds back to you
and i’m too tempted to take it.
Goo drips down my hands;
another bad decision
The quiet ticking of the hallway clock
Let’s peek through the unknown into the known
A vitric eye in this social setting
Do not waste tears on others,
Play that dark synth,
Little violet drum girl!