4 Him

happy new year, my most beautiful inspiration..

2011-01-13T01:05:00.006-06:00

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i wrote a thing.

Dreams: mobile

2010-08-18T18:57:00.002-05:00

“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

around the doorknob:
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 & haunches

-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
too thin
she watches him through webs
and a million haunted cell/Ohs

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 the screen -
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 the 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 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 squatting next to you
was the red outline
of a demon

-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
acre by acre 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

Gipsy Boy and Girl

2010-05-20T16:57:00.005-05:00

noon

this is when you sit behind me

graceful and kind

you listen to my stories

&
say

write us

the way we kiss -

~*

but what if my lips are fuzzy little sunlit kisses

2010-05-20T16:11:00.002-05:00

wrapped around your thigh?

or

slipped on my heart

your whole soul

a dam in midnight

the red moon ---

my flowering diamond

slipped on my petals

your whole mouth

a dam in midnight

the red moon ---

my flowering diamond

slipped on my petals

your whole tongue

a red midnight

moon ---

my flowering diamond

so here i am

2010-04-20T06:41:00.001-05:00

in another dark hole
another root with microscopic
worm eyes
wait, do they have eyes or just
lonely holes
of
come on
repeat

the ashtray over
flows
and i feel nervous
cuz there should be a meta phore

sporer
\in my poem

but all i have is distance
in the window

fragile i fall
where everything falls

and everything is a million
coral weeds
and cornerless

yet
bright

eggnog

2010-01-27T06:25:00.007-06:00

N & T go wandering in the -house of chills-

stuff to tell u, but don't know where

2010-01-19T21:26:00.001-06:00

knotted silver, tackle.

2009-12-10T06:45:00.000-06:00

sky; aluminum spiral
or depending..
full throttle (citrus)

hands, hands together, for that's when they feel grand
hands that fill the surfaces more expertly than trees.

hands that wake sleeping
improbable caves.

ankles, waves?

i am wonderful, wonderful. glue in a cloud.

messy island surface?

a shouting girl circling ringed puddles

soft blindfolding wasteland of
so light
i sparkle
almost glass, almost a landscape in myself.

diamond graves

a sepia truck
behind impatience

threadbare moon weave.

***

change of subject with left-field compliment.

2009-10-01T16:57:00.003-05:00

Nina closes the book. She hated to leave the realms between the pages but her eyes hurt. This meant she needed a new pair, which made her sad. Of all the eyes she had ever owned, these were her favorites. They were a dark, dark, blue, and turned shades lighter depending on the type of light that entered them. When she was angry, they heaved like the sea, gray and silver. When she was happy, they had a soft, violet glow. She had bought them from an old Turkish woman who was a dwarf and looked like the witch in the story of Hansel and Gretel. This woman had lived in the labyrinthine depths of a library in outer Alexandria, in approximately 0 a.d. .. but according to Nina's grandmother, was no longer alive.
Nina got up and walked to her picture window. The screen saver was a pretty glow worm that stopped glowing when he slept. At least she thought it was a he, but really, she wasn't sure. She touched the tip of his head and he was replaced by the message page:

Psssst
Hey to you
Ghost in the computer, mind in a machine.
Try to be there -- expression is impossible
Because things change the names for themselves faster
Than words are being formed. This is the mode of the vox ..

~~~~~~~

hmm. interesting. She uses her finger to scroll down to the next message:
Look outside, it is drizzling and the lotus eaters are dancing.[ i have attached the new sketch ]

~~~~~~~

Smiling she tightens the belt on her silk robe and wanders over to the fridge for a wine spritzer, looks at the cubed window hanging over the kitchen sink. Sure enough, it is raining....

--- the moment I say it is I change it. chalkboard, windex and musty armpits. "transposition." wet branches giving off blotchy dye on the sidewalk. [Through coitus the pair, 'giving' each other their reproductive organs, were able to rid themselves of their anatomy, thereby forming a new, temporary body, a body of displacements.] ---

~~~~~~~~

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,,,,,,,,,,,

shadows in boxes

boxes of shadows

and so the sun rose

but it was still dark

born from the swell of smoke....
I was a temporary aperture

through which shards of weak light

fell.

*
*
*

*

you cut off my legs and i will never love another

2009-02-22T18:16:00.011-06:00

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

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2009-02-08T03:22:00.002-06:00

. 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.

turn the page (slight tweak)

2008-10-01T22:15:00.000-05:00

metal bright in my pillow, a you
in twigs. your knowing, joking, eyes,

moving around this puddle of toke,
fall distracted into my ready speech

Your dick has been colonized into a hyperhole

I've been down on top of skies, nipples feel
After
shaky hexagons
you matched my dress
like a child with intervening squirts
nose lips
jiggling
small drunk with almost teeth

our four legs in a shadow jump

your mind triceps are a hardon

what motion noise. a clippings boy with
lighthouse pokes

You're PM has been renamed

twist of a cat swoon

splashing balls, eating, breathing

tight in the bends, stalking in gestures

0h, I stare through your mossy pose

ode to saturday

2008-09-05T16:38:00.004-05:00

slow a.m. arm-glide to a bedside
that holds cherry and
her lucious moon

a pliant tomorrow, rung around my feet
i look like i got run over by a truck

idiot eye talking to blank twitches
each pulled presentation
a dear

silver loops hanging from nipples. a don't
for the eyebrows

aw.. come on now, help me nip a little opal

perhaps you are the tourette's-esque of any headboard

and suicide you, like that of two darknesses help up

yeah & even your gums are slack with that cross-fingered whisper

yeah, well your ass is coke and you have delta ears : )

point on lock

nah ... angel-marble ..

cheers.

tree

2008-08-31T11:57:00.000-05:00

sOUnd smear (strawberry)

a soft stuttering

and your smile

creates

on my night

limbs

in 3 parts:

body, legs &

wings.

3

2008-08-31T11:51:00.001-05:00

-1-
overstepped actor, comic.
lightheaded star,

leave but never go

mind carpet
messy garden
stale blow.

murder. wax.
her sponge bottom.
catastrophic cushions.
cramps.
lip radish.
still point.

the occasional, dotted, I
(sometimes frayed
sometimes gold)

-2-

tongue of sometimes, pump fuck, felt snow
broke.
vague tooth
sometimes without

sounds tired.

cig hit
head-knee nod
dawn mud
cuticles bleeding bigger lampshades
slow web, eyelid shuttle
rope-like toe
snarky
fence crayon
mob miss
salt mirror - you're beds of this

3

u fell on me like a rock

honeywell fan blowing / i am feeling heavy. my veins are the color of smoke. sick robot girl, push your own lighted buttons...
ugly crush, grey knowing. the window open: my heart's not right: spumoni
there are no handbells no incense, only loose hair and money to make.
A copy of my soul on the floor. smiling up.

skintall/skintell/skinfall

2008-07-01T19:48:00.000-05:00

skintall/skintell/skinfall
veranda smirk
wave length
tube dart,
how have you been?

time has no even taste

pull your mouth off
the gloss,
muppethead

death is:
satiny & birdless
breathless

we did die
in delicate threads of light, our hands full of
cut shadows

messy eyes
backbump fiend
attic doll
syrette of rosy.
hope you've been well.

been wearing a fancy hat
thru the red door
waking @ 8:15
5:08 & 11:04
dreaming of highway 1
combing empty dimensions
need to come down for some
real fun.

submarine brain
drop whisper
sleep tone
affixed

flash tunnel
blue foam
glow ruffle,
shaved wing, bent pillow,
see ya around, xo.

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

2008-03-09T22:55:00.000-05:00

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

2008-03-09T22:51:00.001-05:00

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

Ilene, It's Time For A Serious Drink @

2008-03-06T14:06:00.003-06:00

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

2008-03-06T13:40:00.002-06:00

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

:::::

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

:::::

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

Treason, Rats &

2008-01-17T14:31:00.000-06:00

drupe eyes.
tapping fingers. my scalp: a drumroll.
a
nuisance. oh
you fucker,
we smile. grab a glass. lose modesty
we
are together

I bite your nuts.

your tongue
on my stomach

like ivy

your sex-eye searching for
my
unlit
lips

my mind darker than your void

chapter over.
shoot him.
period.
HARDER.
got it, didn't you?

under the cypress trees
we RIP INTO the law of hollow.
perform abstraction with
subtle elasticity

lamplight trail
a smudge of red

Fluff

2008-01-13T20:49:00.000-06:00

after we took the photo, just trying to
capture the mist, I laid down
in the snow, your mouth tasted like
blackberry, your eyes didn't scare me
with their loudness

heh. you painted them with your
skin till they turned quiet again

I had to lay, my legs were jello

WE had to lay AND we lost your white thong

your coat was scratchy

when I held you, I was back on the
bayou, I was home

we were high & I remember knowing
that death was curled above us

you were drunk, your eyes
savage & their real green, the ocean
under glass

you said we would make it through
the winter, that only our eyelids would be
paranoid, that we could make paper boats
for spring, buy a bubbly new houseplant, try
a new tobacco

are you sure I said, bubbly?

yeah, I wrote it on the back of the photo

in you , I always forgot myself

in me you were a velvet star, burning crimson
in me you were a man & a child, you were my
safety rope through winter, a storm that was
not aimless

and you, you shook the grey out of each day
even now you are still my word heart, a
flower in the snow

Defective

2008-01-06T22:31:00.002-06:00

you're ashin', babe

that's the ashtray, it is dizzy

or could it be your eyes..
they are a bit denimed

did I ever tell you about the time

you slept with the drummer from ___________ ..

yeah, he was a whore.

////

after I taste your skin..

my mind collapses &
the soft colors in your hands
tell me new stories

sensuous nub! the taste of you
sorts me, my strobing
tongue, forever hooked to your song.

Brandy Glows In My Glass, And

2007-12-27T18:13:00.000-06:00

I wander over to the window. outside the snow
is busy melting trees.

hey babe, Isaac Hayes is on the late show.

your voice flies to me, the moment tilts
& I can almost palm our disease.

you know.. we were a sunset, before..

before?

the star thing. I wander back to the kitchen
back to my cig, suck some ice and send a ring
of kisses to your head.

you're in a mood tonight.

to dance

to?

madhouse - like a prayer

heh. get busy time. please excuse me while
I put on my shiny
disco balls.

our bodies are beautiful without color

your smile is my next breath

we jerk, bounce & glide. when we dance
our masks always fall off. when we kiss
our lips are real. your form reminds me
of everything turbulent & deep.

I love the way light swims in your hair.

and yours is full of wavy
sparkle. the song ends
and you pack the pipe again. there
is no need to close the blinds
because no one lives where we do.

Nothing Coherent, Nothing New

2007-12-18T18:11:00.000-06:00

pushing
cum thighs
into loose quivers
marble key head
lovers jingle in a night
that is too plastic

your eyes are too blue
my ohhhhhs
obscene in a bubble
I can almost taste your heart's
sticky heat

and your skirt is made of metal

yet I pass through your swooning
sprint through the bullshit

don't be mean

hey now, I loved you like
everything I ever wanted
like the happy ending of a Hollywood movie
like Paris
like hot coffee
like a secret hardness
smothered in pink

and I love you like
glass on the ceiling, bark & twine
lightning, even the terror in the middle of
a tiny blossom

you make me want to die
put your hand on my stomach &
make me run again

I can't rush you on paper, your skin is too soft, I fall
through it, to another place where everything holds me &
is a cloud sofa & songs only sing to me
with your lips

sweet. but now my head is tired
and I'm feeling a bit sick so
lick the shake from my fingers
and dream the orange dream
cause I forget what's real and maybe
there is no poem & no where to run to.

that's alright, sleep.
I'll trace the silky
blue rivers beneath your skin, I'll
spoon you, be your heater, I'll make you
more than happy to see the sun again.

for challenge @ erosha

2007-12-02T18:04:00.000-06:00

Afterwards, You Will Make An Egg Sandwich For Me

with pimentos

When I, your witch-hitch
am stretched out
along your fingertips
you to I, I to you
the pillow of my mouth
flowing over
bare eyelid twitch
you shuffle the softbones
under my ribs

I become a pull-want
plucking
fucking
till nipples muscle
hussle
rage

you are my favorite
dick creature,
the right voice,
marble music

pistoned

wild
wet noise

I'm a bamboo river
in winter. I'm all around you

stroke mountain
moon fever
spine choke

a thirsty petal
past open,
a slave, baby, a tight long
vampire toke.

I Don't Suppose There Is Room Service

2007-11-28T18:29:00.000-06:00

back on the bed
I feel like a roxy ruby

in my velvet movie

not sick
not partial

a tumble of the heart

a secret map without corners

a flower full of fire

ha, the hole in your ocean

nah, the star on my moon

when your fingers
glide across my skin
& I start to breathe diamonds

I pull from your eyes
a new expression

3x2 and later we'll go strolling

-swimming-

love-flesh. reckless curl. coconut lotion.

I'll be your ship
you'll sit on the deck
luminous & wet
and when the last wave
is over you'll lean
forward til our
eyelashes touch and
whisper -

the sigh
of a million
snowflakes

falling

We're Gonna Unzip Again

2007-11-12T19:08:00.000-06:00

we're gonna unzip again
hook up to
uninterrupted fantasies

menacing cig
almost startled whisper
hideous chuckle

empty window curtained with rain drops

strong neck
fixed jaw

no. keep your hands down.
open your legs.
wider.

chalky arms
dissolving eyelashes

your astronaut face looks funny
glue under cellophane

the orgasm
a long crawling thing
pulling my body through warm
soft sand

a fluttering down
from nowhere to nowhere

loud of away

everything drowning

a penny for your thoughts

recovering orphan file

melba toast

2007-11-11T23:22:00.000-06:00

no appetite. silicate feeling. double shots.
the occasional
small
stratospheric disturbance

impossible strangers

no hunter points his weapon at a dead carcass

Penelope, did you love Sheema?

you pathetic little junkie.

You Are Such A Toy

2007-11-06T19:06:00.000-06:00

you are such a toy
such slime noir
a twisted elegant contradiction
I like the sound your powerless wounds make
the way you don't straddle us
into we. your disease rolled out
everyday
only to be ashtrayed in the garden
warm road butter
slick dyn O mite
the different black in your navel
cum encompassed
bloater corvert bobbing
guttural clicks
opening botticelli ish locks
fingers forever wetted
palm my brain
steal my muscle
throw them to the cosmic
nothing
synthetic grope dubbed
I kiss your hips
"folded, ephemeral arches"
love this shit, man!
throbbing slop spilling from the river's bottle
draining the have
of the real
I am a tide whisk
in your testicle chorus
another perfected
autonomous zone
where we drink doves
like beta glück-glam

Stop It, Smalls, You're Killin Me

2007-11-04T17:31:00.000-06:00

Ather, a hub russet. Robotic Ema.

Euthachian dimples. Real hair

supporting nothing.

Crashing my armada into your ass.

My pandenic fever all over
your drunk touch.

Arbutus. Anisette. So divan.
Joy-sput with possible split
lip. Yours.

- - -

Prague. stupid spammers in the lobby.
Cold room, no balcony.

I'm glad we had this talk.

cockrings. Another sneeze. Holly as
an apostrophe. A decoy. A tiny system
that fits anywhere.

We walk and walk.

I want to fall in love with breakfast again.

Forget about it. What should we buy, beer?

10.23.D.

2007-10-31T18:28:00.001-05:00

blacklight. white lipstick. dubious soda.

< meat trip. spin. >

give me more sugah

< louder, fog-clamp. calves. >

snap me in

< St. Bouncing >

connecting repose

< ah >

tight. smile. rhodium fever.
rubbing breath rape. tongue.

< bunched sensation.
mixed crest. bold. >

rocking horse. sound water.
your own lion.

< pink drool. crown-
eyeballs. text glance. >

shallow

< throat >

amalgamation

< more notes. soft scrapes.
and or scraps. >

maybe. erratum. another
stack.

< infectious? >

LOL

< reposition? >

yeah.

< continue. >

Cloud Can

2007-10-31T18:22:00.000-05:00

I think in your ear, a flood that has a
no-ended expression. above. away from
feel.

doorway lips

vacant, glossy hips

a good cig kill

need. need. everything. you know
& that raging.

plastic waist. wrinkles move an emotion.

lie back. shower heat.

wet stop. until your mouth can't.

spongy elbows. foot laugh.

dark, tilting irises.

swollen knot. more blinked. your eyes
masturbate.

10 X 200 Blatt

2007-10-28T06:41:00.000-05:00

morning: 3 layers of orange & Planet Soul thru the speakers.
Kristallen. incognito. Licher. Sprudel. Kaffee.
pinched sun. Zahra eyelashes.
they clatter differently in German
who?
the crows.
the toss of un

-enclosed-

blanket-head. helium mouth.
screw-worm. simoom as a name.
no indications of a seizure.
eyes:
branching sprays of coded atmospheres
circled in the box:
I miss U

yeah, you stroke it, you stroke it real good

2007-09-23T16:37:00.000-05:00

do you have a hotline?

fuck, I feel like shivering

time out, slobberhead, I'm hungry

muenster on rye, chips, dill spears?

fresh pack, blissful

lunatic binge

heh, I'm a small
glass mouth

more like, I am woman hear me roar

lol, moonbump

starjump..

~~~~~

extended through the same glass, an even razor

spine musk
you witch my fingers

coffee letter scissors ruffle

gasp mask
sky flower
you

9.19.07 3:20 A.M.

2007-09-20T18:14:00.000-05:00

after a dream of us on a sinking ship

(and drawing thy mouth toward
my mouth,steer our lost bodies carefully downward) -- ee cummings

the ocean moves against
the moon's face

what are we now
but
floaters

your television but a distant star

our eyes covered by tongues of dark water

we sleep:
two silences
in the shape of one

shutter

2007-09-17T18:22:00.000-05:00

clipped pupils. my right hand is on the glass.
cold.

dimpled. two spider bites on my wrist. my favorite is infected.

like a dark rot the power keeps growing.

found echoes that quiver when I say, "cum, cum". I will ask to be opened

and hidden by one steady form.

fetish for my porn: ripped from the window

two fingerprints, burnt by the sun.

traded curves: accommodating

changing channels

2007-09-11T22:47:00.000-05:00

so I guess I'm a ghost now, huh?

with mechanical stars in your eyes
& sad moments in your smile

I'm not going to pageface

another string in the market

& the pieces of hands, a bowl
I surfaced to note:
tablespoon, lime, glass, pages, door.

ever step on a turtle?

OMG! I'm goin to bed!

scuttle

2007-09-10T22:10:00.000-05:00

burnt fondle
box-slip
doom shot.

cervical of the took.
talk. you fidget like the world.

blank swan
glue canal

I send you this ticket to the autumn ball
you can bring me roses or some red flower
in the shape of blood

Your Back

2007-09-06T20:27:00.000-05:00

broadens out & deepens

a flesh grenade

I won't touch it
just pour myself into it

fuck that, what did you write?

feet hit the floor like drums
the bathroom light clicks a sickly yellow into the bedroom
I roll over and take a cigarette out of your pack

a cache of sticks

Fragments:
birds gather in dawn
their eyes: waterspots

don't piss on the seat!

I'm sitting.

I love it when you're submissive..

drum beats returning

I hate lighters

too bad, you're out of matches

-NOON-

a second chair is pulled out of the window

prilosec, chicken fingers, & cocktail sauce

I'm afraid of being stabbed by the moon

I don't like to fish
I don't like the way they suffocate

once I watched a crow rip open
a rabbit, throw the parts around
& dig out the heart

she looks back
sees the sweep of the rabbit's whiskers
feels the fuzz in the soft curve of its inner ear

this going back
makes him want to touch her again
makes him forget the jealous
and the other faces

will you be back on sunday?

maybe.

My Turn?

2007-09-03T23:15:00.001-05:00

to he

"who holds himself as the little white rose of a child"

dear rabbit-hole eyes
basic acorn.
suckling.
loose pin.

four remotes too many

lapsus
tight conspiracy

I have on my beautiful body, the one with the breasts that you like.

let's get drunk in our darkness, already wet

float down
some

black rainbows

incubated

inserted

milkshake

jellyfish

muscles, chin,
a button later

morning comes
on
soft shades of skin

opened colors
legs a bump,

we're.. well.. run up

no, out. needle to dream.

sky shift

kiss

a short drive under a strange sky

2007-08-22T20:55:00.000-05:00

don't smoke in here
it makes me sick

the starpoints in your hair are too hypodermic

maybe but mostly they are tricky

his hand brushes her thigh:
small sparks of copper cores

I like touching the sounds of fingerholes

so. turn on the radio.

the essential shape of music has been lost

her sigh:
a white-tipped quetzal feather
floating

his smile:
a laughing harbor

~the cocao pod~

was a long tubular building
set in the lowlands of the old dynasty
the parking lot was basically one giant pothole
with a few monstrous weeds cracking the cracks even further
smack above the entrance
hung a newish neon sign pulsing the name of one band:
the elastic insect orchestra

no one we know is here

don't beg me to dance
& please try to keep your intoxication
straight and clean

LOL

they move too swiftly thru the thick crowd
and she knows without looking
that he has pulled up his gargoyle face

settled in the smooth cool bar stools
of the
time slips away
lounge
she feels his face turn slowly back to normal

sometimes
depending on how stoned she was
this face switching scared her for no good reason
except..

you have to get beyond that

out of what seems like nowhere
a barmaid appears
she is wearing young
seamless skin
and a short tight dress
cut outs around her
large
nipples

dark lights of the soul

OHShutUP!

two double vodka suns

with lots of ice, please

nipple girl nods once
and walks away

did you set the vehicle on auto-drive

did you take a shower today

why, you like my manly scent

alrighty then, let's turn around and meet again

slipping his right arm around her waist
he whispers
I was joking about your starpoints, they are beautiful

Dreams: mobile

2007-08-19T17:49:00.003-05:00

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

No, Just..

2007-07-05T14:01:00.000-05:00

new skin

Peach flavor?

hold still and let me cover your eyelids with hums

Soft as wings?

eerie breath

A shoebox full?

I see

Thigh highs, happy accidents & rockets?

ruby pockets

On a guerrilla sun?

abandoned murmurs

Fog in the glass?

on the nightstand

Wormhole?

the outline of another

Dream.

<---- Get Back

2007-05-24T01:15:00.000-05:00

.

*clinch*

your currents move
too fast

I have to catch your fingers and bury them

in my brutal skin

your mouth:

a beggar's bowl

full

can you unzip
that file?

I'm out of everything

re: your time-feet tickle

2007-05-15T17:34:00.000-05:00

dog
you wear
licked masks

completely deaf on
talking roads

I fill myself with indentations
when I see the curves of that wet smile

mince into captioning:

loose nipples
thin rocks
felt eyes
milk bones

bread
along the arm of the entire down.

Too Bad

2007-05-14T13:02:00.000-05:00

maybe if you turned on your heartbeat
once in a while.

I was having sex and his brain was juice
so
I had to punch it in

you're in the room next door

she says

I don't have five bucks.

her thighs

soft pillows

you follow her and
tell her to take off her robe

apple/orange nipple glow

silky double-light

the beginning. to my baby:

2007-05-04T11:52:00.000-05:00

scanned

I come before you

spy

2007-04-29T17:51:00.000-05:00

Yes, I Found The Scissors
Current mood: click

Sunday, April 29, 2007

.. Begin .post -->

spy

my feed is on.

dream

loaded

roof-camp eyes

Put Your Loose Bones

2007-04-18T01:16:00.000-05:00

all over me

stick your eyeballs
in my heart

you are my heat wave
my joker streetlight muppethead

my reason to write

Today I Practice

2007-03-16T13:33:00.000-05:00

painting on my eyes

i used to only fill them in

once i could touch your midnight lids
& feel your supercharged high-shine
i wanted it to stay with me forever

i am blowing poppy kisses to you
their lightness
soft as a swimming

oh
how i love you

like pearls
and ghosts

even when you make me sad

with your need
for perfection

with your no-need

i am wasting time
i am waste
i am brewing more coffee
thinking about the levels
i never know how they work
i am always just guessing

what are you doing now
are you moving or are you sleeping
are you sleep-moving

i wish it was snowing

my fingers are snow

everything is too bright

i want to go back to bed
i want to fall back into our dream
into our
slippery grunts and groans

It's Only Forever

2007-03-10T18:24:00.000-06:00

no, no more girls

scrambled eggs for your -red-
velvet-cake-
lips

and

labyrinth in the vcr

come back to bed

my crystal
body ache

bite me
here & here

until i am sticky
with your spit of frenzy

Under The Sea Salad

2007-03-07T02:50:00.000-06:00

eh.

i almost forgot about this place.

i have things to tell you

through the grinding hump of this laptop

but i'm so tired so tired i can't sleep

xo

i follow your tRail

2007-03-01T21:18:00.001-06:00

&
am terrified.

la la la la la la la la

can you make a track filled with carnival/circus noises

that is what i dream i would ask

did i tell you
that night i was stabbed to death

i woke up screaming

tarantual tarantula

haha haha

........

IT IS ALL TRASH

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Baby Luv
Current mood: aural surge

In my frosty morning

you are my heat

&

I will take off my skin so that you can taste my

heart erection

.............

Saturday, February 24, 2007

this connection..
will be blocked in 02 seconds

moon vagrant

nerve star

gold lash

slinky puddle mouth

..

Sketch On

2007-02-17T03:21:00.000-06:00

Current mood: kudos disabled

ass-circle / murderer / air fingers the night
eats alone
decaf . grey
baked chicken: legs, thighs
speak up, you mumble-stab
i have lost my heart in the black net of the garden
drool-god poppies
lazy & broken

From This Nothingness

2007-01-20T04:12:00.000-06:00

i send you my moon-kissed fist

mittens in the cigar clatter of the thoughtless television
excuse me good morning good bye

i know nothing in this room
drunk by dawn on other people's charm

sleep:
a door open
beyond the smoke

Here

2007-01-17T16:50:00.000-06:00

among the fantastic stars

your flitterings in adjectives

and leaping life and Bytes: eyes speak
but are without

when I die

a
more close will come
&
your language will sell
right-clicks
on one purple

violet &

my reflection

my

leafed out elements

Paper Clips

2007-01-03T21:16:00.000-06:00

there is no where to go and
i miss no one

even here
a sky is spilling

slashings of moth mouth

i am hoping the adapter gets lost
or is more defective than my mascara
not even good for blocking
the idiot horse

Childish Tales

2006-12-29T19:59:00.000-06:00

I wrote a word of answer and compliment on a leaf out of my pocketbook, day upon my dress
as you were arranging yourself around the dark; there were even a few voluptuous flowers climbing into the fountain
their funny eyes cartooning you

how long will we stay in this heading

an old battery on a young body. the broken head.

you know how I hate to come here
just to peel your orange

Merry Xmas, Baby ..

2006-12-25T13:41:00.000-06:00

*cause you'll always be -baby- to me*

XO

Friday, December 22, 2006

2006-12-25T13:33:00.000-06:00

Ha! I Hope You Fucking Starve!

Not really. I just drop more ashes on my pink

Hey, stay in your darkness and I'll stay in mine. The only way out of the box is to break it.

But I admit

sometimes I think of how you were when you were kind

the way you made me laugh.

I suppose your eyes are still the perfect mud for my wings to sink into

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

12/17/06

2006-12-25T13:28:00.000-06:00

Now You Say I Hold The Key

of course I do
my foot hooked to this bar stool
brain
drooling

shot glasses stacked
like poker chips

I'm a burglar
with a calisthenic soul
I have a crooked face
and a large milky bed
you can rest there
still as a toy
and in the morning
I'll put on my white dress
and dust your skin

we'll be eggs
fat as generals
solid as blood

we'll be each others trigger-
happy punctuation

Cute

2006-09-17T17:36:00.000-05:00

From The Roof Tops

2006-09-13T00:54:00.000-05:00

forearms want to connect to hands to earth even ants
in the glass
i close my eyes to see the weather being painted on the sky
did u say giant morbidity of kite blades?
i let your night corridors move up my thighs

4 the one who can grow a new tongue

2006-09-05T04:05:00.000-05:00

Tale of me, the fold maiden:

the kisses are nose bleeds.
I rent that terrace image,
his.
Or I cast his laugh away--
a hundred year stone
of sunny,

sign the seasons of we
with lips, some sheets, the slip of a bloodied star.

Where are you my darling?
Watching me from your cave bush as I launder the bees too cobbled for the castle's keep.

I miss your songs, the decoration of rose plates. The lovely coast of your frown. The sky is flat again and the vines are done with their slow green crawl.

not poem hands) little anything with hands

2006-08-30T01:52:00.000-05:00

your star eyes

hook me
but
continue

because no circling winks are lost

wanted -
a sun world

that creates the temple
of mushy want poems

more
shrinking beers &

i wrote this one

to the boy with the mini
belly button ring
his nodding face on my back

everything cube & cool

Intuition

2006-08-23T23:14:00.000-05:00

the endless season of
        too late
has begun
     the penultimate parasol
          swirling
burned coffee & campfire smell
    someone broke the
     pot

it sounds like snow
rubbed together as
the footing slips
and she drops the bone-cup
the bandanna      to pick up     a soft roaring

Inspired By A Brassaï Photo: The Stairs

2006-08-19T22:29:00.001-05:00

he walks this way one hour before me

left on the 27th step:

kittens mad with rain

a bowl filled with tears

tiny wings that seem to wear shadows
the sun will never touch

*

tangerine

2006-08-09T00:34:00.000-05:00

particular tokens of little. your wizard hat is great chaos
ascending. my dress, scattered lustre. i have been writing
a harp machine for your new tongue. and let my thighs pour into

air

birds that fly back from the night

the cinema of your lips

...............

published in

Venereal Kittens

later you called me, Sillyhair

2006-08-07T13:58:00.000-05:00

and then everything was alright.

[pome goes here]

saved last nite:

succulent leaves refusing to fly

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

there are important things to do

such as?

making sense & taking a nap

...

above us
clouds keep touching each other

*this poem has notes---
move your cursor over my heart
to read them*

head glow

2006-08-06T02:43:00.000-05:00

i've lost the flight guide & am indifferent to your
indifference

my biggest complaint:
things don't gleam softly
long enough

i swallow delirium &
justify the damage to myself

no connection

hurricans of blue

deaf

laters

i will venture out into the sharp sun and buy cigarettes
stamps
and booze

i'll write a few letters but nothing for you

[ * ]

Good Morning You Little Jackass

2006-08-02T14:12:00.000-05:00

I hope your sidewalks stick you like a needle.

I poured skim milk into my coffee because
I forgot I had the half&half. I forgot about your beard of ice.

I I I I I

I will write a poem today

I hope your face and hair become square

I dreamed about all the nights we floated home over the snow
greedy and indifferent

our holes filled with flashing neon

I dreamed I strung all the moons together and burned them
...
I dreamed I stopped dreaming and everything fell off the page
.
.
.

even the smoke shakes
when you light my cigarette

your eyes become
two oozing (ha ha .. maybe, crusty?) assassins

......

A ReRun

2006-08-02T01:03:00.000-05:00

pass code no longer needed

a dive with linoleum floor

descartes looking for
the seat of the soul

not quite

blanking now
only momentarily

*

wake up..
but love
merely turned its
plush
body

between the empty spaces

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

In The Dark

2006-07-30T14:13:00.000-05:00

Tash, I don't think anything can fix me.

I feel very batlike..

Heh.. erect.. upside down?

I don't know, do bats have feathers?

Hold on, my mouth is cold.

So.. I can still feel its noise shapes.

Ah. .... Tomorrow I might take a shower.

Me too.

When I turn

2006-07-30T00:58:00.000-05:00

I always find you in my sleepy corner,

baby.

Shhhhh, this is where we rest..

& the black scrolls down around us
like happy new skin.

I Love It When You Call Me,

2006-07-25T02:10:00.000-05:00

Tash.

You are my heart, the gentle poppy covered slope
in my slippery glass world.

A poem with zig zag hair
lined with dust gods & morning glory
to which I send these ridiculous smiles.

*

1:57 A.M.

2006-07-24T21:42:00.000-05:00

the moon is shadow-
split

the girl has red in her laugh

&

the boy

a brush of comets in his hand

*

for the BOTTOMS UP challenge in Spit Toon

In My Lazy Haze

I wear my warm skin

and wait for your slow smile

to kiss my face

+

2006-07-08T03:53:00.000-05:00

so here i am again
strumming for your second arm

a hole smashed
open

white eyes

loose

*

i wear our love
in my throat

*

when wings are lovely

i touch skin

*

abracadabra

now you can trace me
through the glass

3 am

2006-07-07T04:09:00.000-05:00

i lose u between pin clouds
and concrete
blue & white pills
a haze of half knees
legs & feet

when i finally fall into bed

ghostly sleds keep
pulling your face through my head

Darling

2006-07-05T01:44:00.000-05:00

in parenthesis

a yellow morning

coffee &

Cheese Cake Factory Offer Confirmation #BRZN-8415

the fake voices of Magnet & Gemma Hayes covering Lay Lady Lay

clickable lickable eyes

nothing too very real.

straw dogs & closed tags

skull juice?

blood scented

&

divine

thump thump ity thump
from the radio
what would I do with an iPod
but go mad

what should I write about?
work and the lime green fireproof walls
the urine stench on each floor
the old waiting to die

*

In My Head

2006-06-28T23:30:00.000-05:00

colors on repeat

the rain painter

in

slow

motion

Rain Dream On A Big Brass Bed

2006-06-27T04:05:00.000-05:00

the pillow I hold
turns into a body
with endless
pulse and breath

the rain is no longer
too sad or immense

I love you
in this dream

.

.

I Wasn't Typing Like A Drunk Ghost

2006-06-25T02:25:00.000-05:00

I like how everytime

I lift my head to drink.

Your soft lips

I like how
you think
the WorldBlink

thigh sink

BrainTwink

I like how your mirror is just
so

*

link tink mink
pink!

computers left on, totally nude & flawless

2006-06-21T03:45:00.000-05:00

your dickory dock wet dream

wakes me

slinky & pale as a

cat diving

into this hole of mute boxes

send me off again with shirt open

free throws deep as the ocean

after the last window closes & eyes shut

upload with title and hit send

2006-06-19T01:43:00.000-05:00

I won't nice-out your photo on my pretty table
or take your lines out of the terrible camera
most likely
marked, blown

you could be the one on my one way phone
because I'm feeling your rainbow

please write tomorrow

speak code if you have to
don't let me burn away like another
lost digit

Hidden

2006-06-19T01:42:00.000-05:00

published in beside the white chicken

Hidden

I push open your door
my black dress
an iris
deep & quiet

I will fix this house with rain
fill your pillow
with gentle finger tips

Leave a calm star
spilling

*

2006-06-18T00:30:00.000-05:00

there is a light on there is an overflowing ashtray there is your book a reckless sparkle in my cocktail pale hand jazz you say in a small film voice my pink panties under the bed not another smoke until angels lift this page and dreams come large and untrammeled

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

2006-06-14T15:11:00.000-05:00

When I'm this close to you

my body is not my body

it is part sun, a criminal

without beginning or end

a puddle, a prison, a tent

So go ahead and arrest me

storm my wrists with your

fuzzy click, mirror me with your

shiny badge, I am a knotted silken fringe

more than ready for your bulleted

rhythm

'O Baby-Shrapnel'

2006-06-12T00:03:00.000-05:00

thanks for the lullaby
but look at the time

it seems a little looped

too bad, you gots to go..
here, take my mighty-match lighter
for good luck.

Eyebones - MethMaker - a Tasha1 remix

2006-06-06T01:05:00.001-05:00

published in Unlikely 2.0

You're (So) Photogenic

again ya'll say
y'here' ?
u knew earlier didn't you, huh

so now I must align the face. maskmarks are a way to
ask
parts so prettily Nodlike --of you--you- and the day
kinda tired and then neighbors and and a silver cough
around your everything
the one caption-band
'hello'
go get it
I'm not laughing
doesn't reincarnation mean, a half-boner of night?

word after word
you thought again
wasn't I sitting
ah yes

so run-thru ie I see roadmaps
right
I mean
sorry
you mean so much and are
you you---the
unconvinced
you warned me against

the bondgerous tiny

the Where

oh o listen to me
you you tied me
clever & nice even my hair wasAware

and again the plastic mattress you smirk
so again you
explode in my head
you yourself think only in light

(joggily --- hehe)

you keep thoughts
in a oneword cell
it's not puddypoo
but the you
oh, you are being metaphorical and things
you dirty blurt, back rack
it's my hand to be held
hello!
if hands could
did you
or is it that unlikely
repiphany
and no desire for confetti
in your knot-hard-heart

and

my head all in you
and only then

I feel you, listen 2.

and so
the weeks run funny
on: 'strands of brainwood'

I say, sliver and like,
& & drink in all your faceless drip
ions of weird, you do not like all the slack
the trend,
eeew half bloodhound the the
you are Lautreamont
one I see
you wander for mockingbirds
yes
a new french with only one glove

we spend hours counting snow
we think
walk &
remember going
stupid memory
standing
walking the mean cold floor

convergence. rewired repudi-refrain. when and what in
early

'phospholuminescence'

all very beffudingly

I am rawpunzel
dreaming
you had to be that one inmysleep
don't you cringe, you sacred know-glass

stand in it
naked and singing!

my calming milk

I could knock out your very 'no snow' window
if I wanted to.

he travels with my soul in his pocket

2006-06-03T02:51:00.000-05:00

his thoughts walk across my fingers

&

the world moves on

i'm in edit hell

2006-05-30T14:52:00.000-05:00

we put on a mask of black silk-star-thing you take my arm & those who have stayed too long scatter the streets are full of electronic puddles we switch off the lights and are absorbed backing making the turn & like a slash across the sky comes the possibility of losing my age of being left in this strange new world the open thought of this is an actual physical sensation

[DIS (play) 01]: 'REALMS'\Real+Dreams

2006-05-29T23:17:00.000-05:00

I love the rain.

perhaps we've been on this street before

even our clothes were the color of rain

we kiss & I will hot- sense you as soon as my feet make even sounds my nerves draw a slurpee no, I say sponge this ha ha change the station mr roboto I put my hand on your thigh zoom zoom

...

Like A Sacred Spiral

2006-05-29T15:33:00.000-05:00

Send me an easy-bake oven & keep talking

Funny you mention the owl

He wouldn't stay in my lines last night

so I let him fly

~*~

Song 1, Stanza 8 (unfinished)

2006-05-29T03:22:00.000-05:00

I'll blow those colors into

the juice glass sitting on my nightstand

sleep with one eye open
to guard them from the spider's long legs

&

dream about a water passage where the tide meets river current

a lot of spots interrupted by strange weather conditions

2006-05-28T00:10:00.000-05:00

my beautician (from Soul, Korea)
says:
you have a good hair, Petra
this style is called,

the Disconnect.

then in one razor movement turns up the Christian rock

2 parts vinegar 10 parts water
and if this isn't enough we saturate the soul in creme rinse

underneath the house
bones try to talk the demon out of a pipe

across the street
@ Hickey's Gas Station
Erma
with her eyebrows painted on like worms
tapes up
a couple of neon green
pay first
signs

she is singing a song about
light and stillness

and the demon stirs
he knows he can roll this lighter
he knows it takes me exactly
3 minutes to drive home
and take off my nightgown

I know that you are a liar
and that your skin is skinless

and when the buttons finally pop there will be a thunderstorm

the perfect time to lose my place

Not Any Face, Just Your Face

2006-05-25T01:35:00.000-05:00

a mahogany cocktail

of smoke grown

so email me some 'moon shadow'

I'm tired of this violent vinyl

Eyes Keep The Cold

2006-05-22T02:16:00.001-05:00

Why is there wheat
on the bed? I ask his black
eye, the rule.

We had become
friends this way.

He flashed his mirror at me.
I swam a little,
in some naked, sweet
night. On shore

he is different
than the rest, not level and
moons sit beneath
his eyes. Clothes-pins,
a tender storm.

Sometimes we lie speechless
like ghosts and think about how we hate normal sentences
and how we will die believing in snow.

Remember When You Said

2006-05-22T01:18:00.000-05:00

don't be mean?

okay. so your heart isn't braided into mine.

whatever.

and really
I know it doesn't matter.

it's like colors

they fade in the sun.

and my river never touched you

so you can still pretend that you
are

clean.

He Said, I'll Show You How To Move Without Moving

2006-05-17T20:35:00.000-05:00

His breath:

chili & Schlitz Malt Liquor