Sunday, February 22, 2009

you cut off my legs and i will never love another

nothing stain
parasite curl
pillow press

when i am in you, my chair,
smoke slur
when i am on you
.proud fit.
the greatest snow falls repeatedly, deliriously
your touch
my blaze


your mask{
a grotesque commercial

knee rest
grotto


pearl folly

i dig your plug-in waves
bruise witch
till you wear your death face
whip you with my time knot..
say it, tell me you love me


i'm hungry now

o. you beautiful
starving
sickle



Sunday, February 08, 2009

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. falling asleep among the flowers

flower power?

maybe just a pavilion of
noise, note the disappearance is &
allows us enough to fall..

sink, weightless?

content in the sea

mouth & water

we swim around in the dream

jeweled, yet abandoned by grounded things?

sure. and..
my
you
seem
near ..

i am. you don't have to call my name. remember?

listen to the surges -
swaying flesh

some sort of energy ..

cool-sun travels

breasts heave and
escape, falling free

the fortune of your body
pillowed in my dream.