Sunday, March 09, 2008

.../.../.../

cloud heart. sad pulse.
write shelves around my shadow box.

cold puddle. imaginary
swirl spool. velvety cup.

no sounds
just cat purrs & the tick of the clock
double-winged
smooth & soft.

trick land. paid bustle. eye tug. expansive plot.

no plate of clouds

remember her star
crossed hair
tightly closed but shiny
plain sheets
asked where with a sequenced hand
where?

bare sun
bashing in
her lanquid
sleep

reversible cereal
powder pill

batting thru the channels
until you hear her dead comb

drop

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Ilene, It's Time For A Serious Drink @

Plastic Kitty's Pulp Slipper

piss eyes. a hole's rib.

underwater judge

crimped straw on paper

tinman. blotched.

martini ramble

square mile, rope heart, salt tick.

for zsuzsa rakovszky

can your senses


When finding 15
slippery minutes
epiglottis in mp3
(slimy ear)

You swallow. a pancreas

quiet line of butterfly

This acid
cold nose slurpee

then about
Feb

a circular soft swallow

no sugar

We with blocked windpipe
realizing biscuits
chewed back
03:28AM

air lips.

The my
The together.

wrong wings


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strand of moonglass
bird wings
incandescent leaflets &
practical bulbs.
cooling
drain
shedding ghosts, aftershave, this topic is smoke
luminous
in swirling drags
perfect
Fingertips
three matched,
create light. intimate & short on the oxygen. to
wear
sleep aim stars
I was looking for a project,
light glass inside this breastbone
sent to me: the inside of a more loved,
flowering
diagonally
my days string nights
wind vines
Departures crossed. out
researching
this count
of perfume and verse weeks of
tipped-in windows
and
candles
glow bulb. vertical
sensations next to
burning topic. filament
tasting
Its dark, shadow kite

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went a little red at
why the puddle was shallow

tugs between the twisty
cigarettes tried from the
star's known pocket

don't flair your nostrils
cuz I can't help this

people talk but they don't listen
&
when I sink, I can't hold on to anything

we've been thru this before, we've been thru

never with the touch
never with the light
only with insides of took

I know & you were wearing the girl driving cap
my fingers remember it

and what about the knees
the cliff that said right
in the dark

skyy-spun
please take a nap