23 March 2006
now
"all that fucking w- no art is really rather dreary"
- L word
th lesbian tongue is quicker than mine
- L word
th lesbian tongue is quicker than mine
22 March 2006
breastfed fathers are stronger
thirteen inches of synaps
eyes watching th world from mother’s
breaststrata of neon western
skin horizons increase eye
shortcutshuman child
brought up by parents
w- emotions.walls.th child will mimic those walls.emotions.and since th human brain only likes
three walls anyways,father walk'd out th door of his mind
and add'd he wouldn’t be back
until th december after dec.( girl walking down a dusty spring lane on a mild, pink jacket
cloudy afternoon to high ) sea of small towneyes.students use stimulation to solve
social relations, divorce, grow
up never
to talk abt it. 20 March 2006
museum species
i went deeper and deeper in
to th museums th’older i gotgot closer to relationships only
when drug'dlist less lips know
no
curves cold city stuck ( a b s i n t h e s u i c i d e
in a disco no show got sad calculated , pleasure ghost in me away and swallow’dmy come
18 March 2006
No pomme
milano disintereste same season fall run (a) way bi
tchdrank too much coffee
ocean stretch
blank mansion staredignity held in canv ass e y e p i c k d u p
& l e f t
iambic faces
17 March 2006
emily unlock'd heaven w- my hand
ah she’s back , th’antiseptic
annoy'd as usual.riding dawn’s breath
on a pearl around my neck.iv been sleeping
for months w- dead swans
waiting…ah, been waiting since
so many scarlet moons pass'd.and
waiting is so good when you know
she’s going to come.
in th castle of gaze and quiver, where spires of
black hair release shudders of holy purge, but suddenly
she claims not to be
into th castle life anymore.i hardly understand
bloody english in those
black pumps come in
and out of heaven so calmly whence th door was shut.
‘oh count, what you have entered into me
has ingrown, no master – im so sick of you.’
and so don’t go, i said in stabbing spirits,
‘remember,
that famous dialogue where you said
yes
and let me into th chamber;
you were writing w- th door lock'd,
and i took off your dressing gown
and suck'd out god.remember. ’
so i pray'd quickly on th wet skin
of angels.and prey'd
once more for th dim
virgin in their fold.but
she became abt face and horses
clack’d away like a
bed frame, away on th stones,
and th little air I got off
th memory of violence and small feet
was just enough to wonder
what went wrong.
annoy'd as usual.riding dawn’s breath
on a pearl around my neck.iv been sleeping
for months w- dead swans
waiting…ah, been waiting since
so many scarlet moons pass'd.and
waiting is so good when you know
she’s going to come.
in th castle of gaze and quiver, where spires of
black hair release shudders of holy purge, but suddenly
she claims not to be
into th castle life anymore.i hardly understand
bloody english in those
black pumps come in
and out of heaven so calmly whence th door was shut.
‘oh count, what you have entered into me
has ingrown, no master – im so sick of you.’
and so don’t go, i said in stabbing spirits,
‘remember,
that famous dialogue where you said
yes
and let me into th chamber;
you were writing w- th door lock'd,
and i took off your dressing gown
and suck'd out god.remember. ’
so i pray'd quickly on th wet skin
of angels.and prey'd
once more for th dim
virgin in their fold.but
she became abt face and horses
clack’d away like a
bed frame, away on th stones,
and th little air I got off
th memory of violence and small feet
was just enough to wonder
what went wrong.
11 March 2006
8 mos.
analyze th saliva of the person you are kissing
is it good and
different enough,
is there any direct use
for lips after.living life at such an artificial pace
so many scents
trick
brain bumbles in
an out messages.pulp pregnancies develop th brain under
stress damage, un
born mothers
to unwed fathers.under st.valentine, random blur of
first dates - end up be
coming in
one. relationship
islands love children
graphy self-help see section six
nine there is
something in yr mouth
my dear call it
bond
ing
age.
piles of snowdust on dead spruce
shiver slivers in my mind
drives away fast
10 March 2006
what canadians do after th dishes
for katy,
whom i’d like to make
feel canadian for abt four or
five minutesth same thing we do ::after a couple of maple syrup martinisor while lying in bed at 3 a.m.
listening to th north star
sometimes we dont come
home
cities become
our last names
she told me she’s from toronto
and i wanted to move into
her darkness
our last names
she told me she’s from toronto
and i wanted to move into
her darkness
08 March 2006
blue skin [all i ever wanted]
oh Neptunue, oh ship
oh cello, soft breast, i had a stroke
at sea.oh Venus, sometimes sex is
is so fucking painful
you have no idea [even for a fucker like me.down near th ships
sunset intrudes and a lonely man
takes off,leaves th beach
alone.orgasm hypothesis
sunset blue
notes red under ;oh glass me
under th sea,
melancholy.wait - there will be a story yet;against my will
i became desperate
for sadness, found a reason breathing
saltwater deep in, but there was no instant
message, no fight
nor air
just parasites. [ like a vampire
needs a stereotype ] deus me a’quivering
lay there
naked
under machina, goddess of
oil rigs.th cry of someone saw penguins – drift away
in a yellow submarinato club th’ice
shelf alone.07 March 2006
mojito poet
don’t get all melancholy over a 30 second dance –
they don’t dance like you dance; so long
mojito poet,
you were single such a long time ago,
and for reasons that you don’t even know,
don’t get all melancholy over a dance. accidents
happen,
like when yr eyes made a
wick'd promise to that barfly. a young head is safe
wrapped in mint leaves but when it slips rum to sleep
w/ someone,
in that invisible gown
remember yr body
has already made a promise. and don’t
swallow if you don’t like th taste
of jukebox dust b/c there’s bound to be some on his
mind. stay clear of saliva
webs and maybe offer a moment in th basement
bathroom and slip out th front door instead. or perhaps
think back to how hard it is
to remember nothing, take a look
down th clear glass stairs, and let
th white w/ rum roll
as mint branches bend in th wind.
they don’t dance like you dance; so long
mojito poet,
you were single such a long time ago,
and for reasons that you don’t even know,
don’t get all melancholy over a dance. accidents
happen,
like when yr eyes made a
wick'd promise to that barfly. a young head is safe
wrapped in mint leaves but when it slips rum to sleep
w/ someone,
in that invisible gown
remember yr body
has already made a promise. and don’t
swallow if you don’t like th taste
of jukebox dust b/c there’s bound to be some on his
mind. stay clear of saliva
webs and maybe offer a moment in th basement
bathroom and slip out th front door instead. or perhaps
think back to how hard it is
to remember nothing, take a look
down th clear glass stairs, and let
th white w/ rum roll
as mint branches bend in th wind.
06 March 2006
05 March 2006
i got a question
you would have to be this hurt
to understand this much,
and since when did you become so hurt
sleepy head.
to understand this much,
and since when did you become so hurt
sleepy head.
04 March 2006
a diet similar to life
( a
making love in a stone oven on
warm cellar nights. th bread rises. bacteria gather. no proof
of skin. honey
abrasions – th’attraction of sleepless bees
to a baker’s bare hands.so winding th pinot stairs, grape stains on
our ankles, senses stifled by humidity. satellites spin
at a phonograph’s pace. see on nights like these
our children stab footsteps
to hush th creak of lovers’ floorboards. so theycan sleep
and hang smiles from klimt [ th crack of pool balls ] hush we won’t exceed th sizes
of our stomachs, nor question
th magnitude of constellations. when
our legs touch in endless
thread count yet sleep
separate, mindless and warm. ( b
on sunday mornings,breast feed me
butter
and champagne; be my mother
all at once;cook with olive oil
and sea salt; th'asparagus is crisp,
and i will serve you tonight. 03 March 2006
01 March 2006
into th sixtynine
i climb'd out of a woman and onto a desert'd street. dawn
rose like a vine around th stomach of a silent black song
bird. in time found a cold cement floor on which to place
my two hopeful thoughts.
nxt to self sacrifice, art became an easy way out.
start'd to deal in self
portraits on th corner of napa and absentia. at night admired
myself in th sixtynine.
outside, newspapers were growing on trees.
"th world is too fu…"
i heard someone say, but may have taken it out of context and left.
art lift'd wing-shaped scars from my skin that fold'd thoughts
back into a woman. i began to wear mascara and grow out my midnight.
gravity came in blurs. went further than ever into
th sixtynine, and train'd th mirrors not to see.
rose like a vine around th stomach of a silent black song
bird. in time found a cold cement floor on which to place
my two hopeful thoughts.
nxt to self sacrifice, art became an easy way out.
start'd to deal in self
portraits on th corner of napa and absentia. at night admired
myself in th sixtynine.
outside, newspapers were growing on trees.
"th world is too fu…"
i heard someone say, but may have taken it out of context and left.
art lift'd wing-shaped scars from my skin that fold'd thoughts
back into a woman. i began to wear mascara and grow out my midnight.
gravity came in blurs. went further than ever into
th sixtynine, and train'd th mirrors not to see.
