Woven spit
Shadows teeth
Silence yells
From waggled tongue
A shout of air
Toxic vomit obscenities
Ignorance of demands
Redden his hot
•
Skinned lemons
Dance in the balance
I add the sugar
Cubed grains cupped
White
Dissolved transparency
To lips licked
Sunburned sweat stains
Bouncing whole
•
Swallowed wet
Dreams pass through
Empty gazes
By the hour
Hours
Washed memories
Steep in a bitter present
Oceaned blue
Heather is one of the Bach flower remedies - heather: need for company, talks about self, and concentrates on own problems
July 17, 2012
July 12, 2012
zero
Counting zero
Sky wires pass
Runway train
This
Hot
Breath
Fright of blood
Red rage
My thighs hurt
From racing
In my dreams
Zero
From window pain
Clouds burst
At a gait's pace
Crumpled papers
Carry asphalt wind
With underscore aroma
Sigh
...
Sigh
Black holed
Zero
Sky wires pass
Runway train
This
Hot
Breath
Fright of blood
Red rage
My thighs hurt
From racing
In my dreams
Zero
From window pain
Clouds burst
At a gait's pace
Crumpled papers
Carry asphalt wind
With underscore aroma
Sigh
...
Sigh
Black holed
Zero
July 10, 2012
41
Mourn of bone
A crisp loss
Beneath leaves
Of melancholy
Her broken
Unbeautiful countenance
Scrapes the plain
Rocky undersides
Lichen-stuffed grubs
Loll and gag
On unexpected light
Sweat aged defiance
An expectancy of alone
Long forgotten
Rotted sinew and hair
Dangles the yellowed skeleton
Pushing on skin
And fat
To unrecognizable mounds
Left alone
By masses
She
Has become
The forest floor
A crisp loss
Beneath leaves
Of melancholy
Her broken
Unbeautiful countenance
Scrapes the plain
Rocky undersides
Lichen-stuffed grubs
Loll and gag
On unexpected light
Sweat aged defiance
An expectancy of alone
Long forgotten
Rotted sinew and hair
Dangles the yellowed skeleton
Pushing on skin
And fat
To unrecognizable mounds
Left alone
By masses
She
Has become
The forest floor
July 4, 2012
brokens
The plural of broken
In whispered beats
And chambered red
Wallpapered last words
Burnt quaking walls
Calcium edges bleeding shards
¤
All those mornings
Frost on the inside windows
That empty space between sheets
Stoking a fire made bitter cold
Knotted silences
Sky brewed
Every drop sadder than before
¤
Simply every night
Her wrists wrung dry
Waiting for the fill
Her fragile shell
Breaking
More than once
In whispered beats
And chambered red
Wallpapered last words
Burnt quaking walls
Calcium edges bleeding shards
¤
All those mornings
Frost on the inside windows
That empty space between sheets
Stoking a fire made bitter cold
Knotted silences
Sky brewed
Every drop sadder than before
¤
Simply every night
Her wrists wrung dry
Waiting for the fill
Her fragile shell
Breaking
More than once
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