now accepting applications...the smoke beneath your bed finally finds youstaring crooked in broken mirrorssearching franticallyfor the fire of your former featuresforever and emberstill breath and false starts'til it whisperssure the universe is big businessconstantly expandingbut the fact of (the) matter isit desires you deposit d.n.a.demanding genetic building blockson which to lay its foundationand though the future of father's daughtersiscertainly uncertainthe sun set's assuredeventual consumption of everythingmeanwhileI'm eagerly anticipating the arrivalof the non-linear one-linersomething like:yes it all implodes
peapodwhen you've seen your angeldrunk and laughing sweet then you can speakof missing sleepplant deepand grow weakfind your fortunemadeby the company you keepsilence retreats completewith unhinged jaw repleteradiatingpeace (devout belief)and certainty thatseepsfrom cloudswept browto same-swept feetthe sound surrounding surediscretely wrapped around your coresnuck a symphonythrough cracksand crept where no music'sdwelt beforewhen each new day's an encoredawn singswhen even losshas lostits stingyour polished dirtwill bear the proof (the fruit)of a dustbowlheartland'sha
the gift that keeps ungivingher dark artsand pale armswere spread largeaccepting my lunar tics thesehalf-witted quips and verbal cheap tricks my instinct dictates(displaying defenseas gifts)seems she seesthis mess asthe methat I want to be not the oft bridge burnt wreck thatpresents itselfconstantlywith self-fulfilledprophecyun- or sub-consciouslycollecting the ghostsand dashed hopesthat haunt as heshakes in shades of dusk anddecriesthe nighthe smothers sparks & signs of possible lightof passable lifeof that one lastlast chanceat getting it right
a brief visit extendedcalifornia returnspaintingpantingportraits of loveetched in endless stepsand slanted streetsstretching sunburnt limbsits languid strideslike solemn hymnscollapsed breathlessin the grass'round grace cathedralit finds hopesecondhandbut still potentits thrift shop momentsmakingbetter useof battered truthsthan those intendedit makes beliefnot makes believethat nothing's ended
if a tree falls in...a fenceless gardendefenseless and unguardedshe watches you grow
Dr. Moses recommends...life is afilm is aprocessthought is aghost is aconsciencefresh caughtin the fleshfails allin the endandtime is aloss is aprophet
atrophy of the mindI've got two brain cells left;one's standing still and the other is chasing it.a traintiedto its tracks;a plane crashreplacingit.a hemispherecut in half -distancein fractionsreviewed.My mind is running down my faceand I can't find a cup to catch it in.life'ssomething thatkeeps happening.and, whileconscious (of this fact),you think(nothing)of the momentsit's happeningto you.My ears fell off a while ago,if you are still talking
the reoccurring kindawakeI gasp andclasp youtightyou smile andkiss my eyesand Iawake Igasp andclasp youtightyou smileand kiss my eyesand Iawake I gaspand claspyou tightyou smileand kiss my eyesand I awake.
elevens inseparableon the subject of confidencethe room grows quietand Iquite tired of not explaining myselfsoin case I do decide on somewhere elseI leave behind little pieceseach part proudly proclaiming to be(or not to be)a wholewith each tiny silence filledlife imitates lifeart takes noteand to hell with the rest of itever onward & expandingtensions mounted on the forefrontand somewhere(in the very back of things)is you andforevercollectively assembleddistinguished but undefinableand overallnot impresseddearit's always with a final thoughtI leave you
It's everything...I've found a spot where the floor creaks just for me.I sit & wait there for the boards to collapse, for my unannounced visit to the neighbors.I sit & wait at lights, and in lines,and in conversations that go in circles.I sit & wait for the music to end,just so that I can go home.I keep quiet as the world sleeps;afraid to wake someone up,afraid to sleep alone.I've built a routine dependent on falling apartand still somehow manage to be surprisedby every last bitter goodbye,by every last haunting regret,by every last last word.
eskimo movies at the...oh, I see.she wants a steady hand, and smooth script stretching towards infinity. she wants those wanton wordswrapped in needless syllables. she wants what she wants. what she wants is not this.not my short & stumbling text; one wordtumbling towards the next. not thesescribbled, sloppy secrets; chopped upand half-confessed. she'd much rather view a ten-cent vocabulary flexed...but I digress.my hopeless, broken english speaks volumes.mostly, it talks about me.sometimes, it says "hey!we're doing new & exciting thingswith heartbreak, down here."sometimes, it just screams and screams and screams a
our aging seasonwinter comes in waveswarmth enough to leave you weaksoftly slips away
we keep our spirit-shape...bulging blue beetlein cacophonous red dressyou sing like a birdin the back of its cagehalf nakedand honest as god intendedno ifanindeedat allwe talked about it for hourswhen the beat sped upand left usdesperate for morningand all its insinuationsI was never as busyforgivingas forgetting'til now
a prize for your ears called..I want the sound that sayssober in the morningbut still callingcrawling sideways in the slow spin of this roomandI'm not always so inspiredto sing so softly (out of key)but darlingyou inspire mesuch insistenceon each each & every instance(in every instant)incrediblebut stilltry to keep in mind(unhardened)in heartI'm (accident) pronetostumblingstutteringand otherwise repeatingall the mistakesI never wanted to makein the first placeas for (this) secondhold tight to right nowbecause eventually isn't everything
officiallythere is beauty hereand you with yourother halfartist'seyescould set it downserenelywhile I shakestruck dumbdone inby distance passed so gentlyscenery like historyrepeatinglacking evidenceapparentIrelyon insecuritiespracticed to perfectioncollectedbutotherwise uncalmon thisuncertainand if I should declaredesirefor both actionand its better halfwould you remainso silentdefiantly dependablebody breathing its intentions?each heartbeatarguing imitationagreeingwhen it comes toanything forthere is wouldand there is willand therein lies the difference
I wrote this for you anyway"Everything was going just fine, officer... but then her pictures started freaking me out."With that, the suspect fled the scene and O'Malley was filled with that certain feeling. Thefeeling that says 'I'm quite sure I've never been here before and I probably never spent muchtime thinking about it then, either.'It was always quiet nods with O'Malley. Sunset in the evening and daylight on the table -same as it's always been. When you shuddered in the summer breeze, he was right therein the storm. It's just the way it was.There were no birds, broads, or dames where he was going. Somewhere south of the otherside of the street. A
an example is...the eloquence of irrelevance(almost) elegantin three easy partschapter one:when your eyes burntslowsteadyalmost outabout the waythat I confuse coincidence with timingthen two:the faintest echoand a fallis all for nothinglike the time we spent's half-openand completely misinterpreted'til done:end acts confusedand can't remember who started itthen they all livethe same as everafter(after all)the heart keeps going anyway
formerly known as alwayssometimes I sense that presenceI lackin the wayway backsparkling shine and dulled sense of rejectionintactbut running at the mouth againand I'm traveling the circle your thoughts made(exhausted)and if ever there was anything but memorieswe lost itleft withtongue stumbling over stepsnumbered footprintsand nevermindsnot designedfor unfiltered heartand sorry boy attachedbutyou love to danceeyes locked on loving interestsand I lovedstanding in betweenpretending you were interestedsigning off,a footnote explained(getting good at goodbyesand not good enough for anything)
my cats do the exact same thing. (:
haha!
cats before, but I've never had one sleep in the sink
on a regular basis until we got this little guy.