Dreams: mobile

Dreams: mobile

"to feel you're not two billion other unselves is enough" -- ee cummings

-1-

the doomed
invent help
and a secret window

the bruise is really a coral colored crystal

behind the screen:
beasts split &
spit

on hot pillows
lips
part

give it to me, baby!

eyes possess the power of reckless
rubbing
or
in a blink
wide fields of
stairways & thighs


-2-

and so / the girl
moves in margins

nipples kidnapped
nuzzle
heavy metal

italicized
the contraption
shuts

&

his strokes fill her completed body
with long knots of shadows

who's winning now?

shaggy
bonbon fingers
cream puff
late as snow
outside
rain starts to fall in clear strings
the razzle-dazzle of lightning
hits the ceiling


-3-

she remembers
the first time he came in her
she thought he was on the other side of the ocean

I'm making the waves too strong..

as her new brows grow in
she watches him through webs
and a million haunted cell/O s

once when she was at work
he moved her errors
and added a throne


-Later-

she wakes to dark skies
tumbling
into darker skies
and all the strings of rain have turned into ropes
she starts to search for some comfort he may have left behind

a sheet of angel dots:
tiny ushers covered in mist

the air is breathtaking, too big

-on myspace -
a funny commercial:
a girl whipping her shiny hair
back and forth
mouthless face
faintly glowing


-The Next Day-


piles of grayish light
option
lit
up
on yet another screen
please order more

what was the sense in that
the rain ropes were still falling
fatter & harder

all was as it had been
growing up was a lie
and her joints ached

she stands mute on the faded glass floor
one ear turned on and glittering

-phantom of the opera - the music of night-

we did know each other in france
my face was moon-sheer
and I wore a white gown
we stood in a place where branches hung
with all their brilliant leaves
slowly turning
you had been stripped of your birth-right
and had a cheek on one ash smudge
and I..
I was already dying of fear
your eyes said
calm
and
open
but lingering next to you
was the red outline
of something creeping


-Static-

in the steam / stream
of the shower
my thoughts begin to unbraid

victims of too much heat

the fat cat
slides one paw
beneath the door


-At Work-

accused seams
gruel supper

forms copied
only to be filled in

strolling through the long corridors, keys jingling
she remembers running through alleys
his feet: brown & bare
fumbling hands
empty pockets

sickly stray dogs
ferocious fangs
& in the rotting garbage
a tarnished chain
hung with tears


oh! my love!
don't let me stay
stuck
in past progressive tense

Okay, but I seem to be tacked to black paths.


-The Rain Suddenly Stops-

on the 4th level, the 3rd floor deck
glistens

"pretty plain, loony-sane"

once, during the time of heavy bell ringing
they took a nap on a round
wrought iron
balcony
he broke their circled rhythm by making
beads of blood appear on his skin

her first instinct was to lick them
limb by limb until her tongue became
too sticky and greedy


-Other Things.. The Night Sends Back Too Quickly-

laughter
jumpy solace
blocks
masks, rocks, false pretense

alienation

mosquitoes &
deep prisons

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even when we are connected
we aren't connected
that would make it all too real