my neighbour's screen door is singing to me
"hello" "someone's near; keep yr secrets
low to the ground"
but instead i put my glass down
once, when i was 6 i let a balloon go
attached was a secret and my address
we never thought they'd really come back
and they didn't; instead a letter a sympathy
delivered the humiliation, " accidents happen. i
was afraid of the dark too."
the acknowledgment-- too much to suffer
i never told another secret
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Um and yeah
There was talk of excitement or surprise
But let's be more clear.
Let's name everything it couldn't be or everything I wasn't:
A waterfall
A tournaquet
The life of or instead of
Or time didn't stand still
There was a street light
Music was playing
Hearts were (of course) beating
And still
(name it)
Not enough
But let's be more clear.
Let's name everything it couldn't be or everything I wasn't:
A waterfall
A tournaquet
The life of or instead of
Or time didn't stand still
There was a street light
Music was playing
Hearts were (of course) beating
And still
(name it)
Not enough
Friday, April 23, 2010
WE HAVE YET TO DETERMINE
AVAILABILITY
IN THE IDEA OF SOLITUDE
time doesn't shirk the wanderlust
we notice so briefly
the xx is playing and your hands are soft
the phone is ringing (as the glass is up to your mouth
we were almost tender)
we were almost tinder
your mouth is on fire
and i am a faggot
-------------------------------------------
i let go (first)
IN THE IDEA OF SOLITUDE
time doesn't shirk the wanderlust
we notice so briefly
the xx is playing and your hands are soft
the phone is ringing (as the glass is up to your mouth
we were almost tender)
we were almost tinder
your mouth is on fire
and i am a faggot
-------------------------------------------
i let go (first)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The year's not over
Thursday, November 19, 2009
the morning soft and hot
wrapped hands
the tree outside my window finally shed her leaves
and now i can see a distance (or was it darkness)
from my window
a lack a predictability
bones to glass bill says bones to glass
ben's on the phone says he can't do it alone anymore
needs a hand
tell me what it's like to be a man
alejandro says today
ale tell me what it's like to be 7
dear world
tell me what it's like to be alive and i'll tell you what it's like to fake it fine
wrapped hands
the tree outside my window finally shed her leaves
and now i can see a distance (or was it darkness)
from my window
a lack a predictability
bones to glass bill says bones to glass
ben's on the phone says he can't do it alone anymore
needs a hand
tell me what it's like to be a man
alejandro says today
ale tell me what it's like to be 7
dear world
tell me what it's like to be alive and i'll tell you what it's like to fake it fine
Sunday, May 17, 2009
watching jericho in bed; i wouldn't julie d. you
time passes
i know mostly b/c hair grows...
the sun sets and hands that once moaned
and yearned to be naked/ free from mittens/ are
and find bicycle handles, balloons, hands
and that was all i really wanted
it wasn't the samurai face, the toss of glasses into the night, or
the syncopation of sighs
and that was what i couldn't say earlier, that nothing really changed
suns set hair grows hands are just hands
and i have two
i know mostly b/c hair grows...
the sun sets and hands that once moaned
and yearned to be naked/ free from mittens/ are
and find bicycle handles, balloons, hands
and that was all i really wanted
it wasn't the samurai face, the toss of glasses into the night, or
the syncopation of sighs
and that was what i couldn't say earlier, that nothing really changed
suns set hair grows hands are just hands
and i have two
Sunday, January 18, 2009
we will keep the porch light on
outside the fortress of solitude
oh the snow
riding home in it/ tongue out the way the ground lay
so still
i am trying to find new ways to keep my hands busy;
i pull the covers up to the pillows of my bed/
i tuck the chair under the lip of the desk/
i let time continue ticking
embroider molecules/ turn the music up
ride the tide out to see and
oh the snow
riding home in it/ tongue out the way the ground lay
so still
i am trying to find new ways to keep my hands busy;
i pull the covers up to the pillows of my bed/
i tuck the chair under the lip of the desk/
i let time continue ticking
embroider molecules/ turn the music up
ride the tide out to see and
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