February 2012
4 posts
The Dream In The Girl
When she wakes she knows not to enter the woods. She knows that they are dark, damp and deep because her mother said to her -Never enter the woods. She may sit on the road, feeling the cold and wet asphalt beneath her bottom and legs - soaking through her jeans - and stare at the woods; stare for hours. She may do this, but not enter. Sometimes she dreams about the trees bending...
In Samantha's Hands
You look at me, like I don’t even know your name And you sit up high upon your throne of flames Showing pictures of a love that I never had Head thrown back, howling like some deadbeat dad There are many things I refuse to pay tribute to A white-collared man with a grudge, or a mid-west wife A well planned funeral or some snake’s little coup While I stand resigned, all your creatures...
January 2012
2 posts
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“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable...”
– Carl Jung
December 2011
1 post
November 2011
6 posts
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My new sounds:
Prevention
His clothes smell like a bathroom floor. There is a split up the back of his pant leg that has been stapled back together. He limps a little and his right foot is turned in. The multitude of strings, beads, charms, rosaries, medallions, threaded coins, braided hemp, et al. around his neck serve to keep his neck up when he’s too drunk to straighten his spine.
The city is dark and wet,...
“Here where others offer up their works I...
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September 2011
1 post
This Ain't The Summer Of Love
He finishes his beer and replaces it on the soppy coaster and gives a nod to the bartender. Looking outside he remembers the heat and his plans with his daughter. Eight months since he saw his Natalie.
He asks for his last dollar to get changed and walks out. Finding a pay phone three blocks down he dials Natalie’s number and listens to the rings and watches the pavement ripple in the...
August 2011
4 posts
Exerpt from "Crash" by J.G. Ballard
I visualized my wife injured in a high impact collision, her mouth and face destroyed, and a new and exciting orifice opened in the perineum by the splintering steering column, neither vagina nor rectum, an orifice we could dress with all our deepest affections. I visualized the injuries of film actresses and television personalities, whose bodies would flower into dozens of auxiliary orifices,...
Fragment Biography
Seth: Loves dingy, empty bars and bitter beer. Goes into a strip club for a cup of coffee. Likes to think he’s Henry Miller or Bukowski (full of pain and love). Wears a frown daily but explodes into laughter, abruptly, when you tell a joke that isn’t even funny. Considers himself a Satanist, but you’d never really guess. Knows how to say the right words at the right time. Otherwise he is quiet,...
Worship
I love her everyday.
I think about her through all passing moments, but those singular thoughts catch me and hold me still. I may travel near the places we’ve kissed, smiled at each other or held on tight to the others body, and if I’m without her, it brings a longing lust for her. She may know this, she may not.
I sometimes pass by these places and I sometimes get the feeling that...
Things to be seen
My veins are empty. There is venom in my heart. My words fall into creation, they mean the world only to themselves. Some passions are arrows, others are vines, dolorous. My passions are given, never taken, never cheated. I see them come and go, I let them do it. I see what I want to see, I wish I didn’t. What I see when I break my head: All the weakness learned, all the jealousy...
July 2011
2 posts
Caduceus Lovers
We exchange when we kiss We trade playful pecks and deep slow placements The fascination with lips with our own lips wrapping and sliding along in endless pull and press Each limb describes in myriad movements the longing for other flesh to touch our own We want to envelope love with lust Hunger with Wholeness Your...
June 2011
5 posts
Various Meetings
If I curl around your legs like a vine, don’t poison me.
Imagine I wore your body for a day like a beautiful poncho.
Be a doll for me and wear what I tell you to.
Think of me as your mule. Tie me up and slap me before you go.
Some kisses are only meant to say “You taste good”.
Should I vanish inside you, tell ____ I loved them, but I loved your pussy more.
At night, you...
“And from behind a curtain that I never quite saw because of the mistiness, and yet could never quite deny, Hazel would walk in such a melancholy way to the middle of the room, and I would be there admiring the globed beauty of her hips, on my knees before her, my fingers melting for the touch of her, and yet I never spoke to darling Hazel but to her hips, addressing them as though they were...
This, Here
I found her on a long road. It stretched through the gaslit city and our lips met in shadow. Her hands were on fire and the flames licked her tattooed arms. I pointed to a corner cafe and asked if she wanted coffee. She replied with a “Peh” and kissed me again. She opened her palm and grasped my hand to lead me in. My hand was melting but I didn’t mind. -I thought you...
May 2011
1 post
Two Songs
You make it sound simple You make it sound fun I’ve got nothing better to do Planting seeds Pulling teeth Making love into little leaves I made it so simple I made it fun Like I’ve got nothing better to do with my time Pulling weeds Planting teeth Breaking love into little scenes ——————- You wrote a book but I could only read to the second page I...
April 2011
1 post
Stripped and Hanged
you crawled into the limbs of Him everything you lost you loved the main stage defined in a cripple your feet caught in the ether of collapse my mind sent an arrow not caught writhing like the moon through a vein His fluids are barriers overcome not won childish movements to intimate a fool come sickness, come ruin come disease, come...
March 2011
9 posts
it's like this
Sometimes it’s good to be romantic to say I love you and describe how I love your torn pants and the shitty shirt you wear I love the way you look making food for nobody I love your smokers cough and the hand that raises I love your curtains when they breathe in I love it when you know that silence is shutting up because so many people know that it’s hard saying I love you when your...
Happiness Desired, Pleasures Devoured
Cut the limbs from those who flower place them in cages, your little amusements so readily available, easily manipulated
These toxins that enable are but parasites feeding on your carrion These children you collect are building a prison their reliquary of filth
Cheap distractions define a heart a game of pretend, some levity granted to create your dreams, once sought but lost
This...
Roses and Roses and Roses
I have found that room all laced with my ghosts the bed covered in skin blood spent on its back
listen to that muse cry how she intones with gentle bells distant murmurs of passing trains
time held in decay I held my teeth
felt a swooning in my ribs devouring smiles related to me by weak love and done deals
this room shakes in the evening like the crushing hoofs of God dancing on the walls,...
Idiot's Lament
Let me stay away from you and your body made of photographs let me remove the wires you strung me with remove the tape over my mouth the pins you stuck in my feet there are too many rooms to choose and escape though mine is pleasant enough lined with books and music my bed dirty and folded I lay around holding Christ in my broken hands singing your pretty name though you have no fault let me give...
All That Your Blood Reflects
I find you in my bed wrapped in your illness sucking on my ribcage cooing sweet little words I pull back your wet hair blood covering my stomach all your suffering in portrait valium, gauze and fitted parts I should’ve met you before the needle and the heart alimentary love and loss broken at birth I should’ve met you before when we were weeds voices lost in caves ideas without skin...
Knowing How To Lose
He looks at his hands and asks, What do you know? What can you build? They turn up, palms honest and calloused We create nothing you don’t dream we hold and love we strike and shift but let us fiddle about as your mind wanders and see what cradles we invent.
He looks at his loneliness and asks, What simple good are you? Where have you taken me? Around a corner, it speaks humbly hidden I...
Her Heirlooms and Ghosts
She stumbles down the stone path handing medals to broken men shaping their bodies into fashionable christs hanging on her every prayer she opens the mouths of the poor and lame drawing cold spit out like webs she makes simple designs and ornaments of all the losses and strings it up
There are photographs of all this nailed above my bed.
All In The Earth
I was young breaking bark off branches in love with the cracking sound, the peeling
the branches never said no they never hurt me or my friends
as I got older, the trees stayed the same the soil kept its oath to the maple
I don’t know where or how long ago but those flakes of bark became friends and friends they stayed
I still find them even now these brittle friends they float often...
Story for Christmas
The bars are open and the lights are glowing like dreams. The shadows pull long into the alleys. In there you can find the abyss you long for. That legion darkness playing on the brick and moss between close buildings. The wind picks up the moldy stink from the docks. The moon sits low over dead streets.
You are tired. You are angry and alone. You have become sick of all the charms and splendors...