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.
# posted by hardyf : 21:24
