the skull skulks
under skin
he will win
bone will own
what I always wanted:
the Earth
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Red Clock
blood beat
in my here
I cannot see this Time
When will it end?
blood seconds
minutes in vein, vain minutes
red clock
How will you break?
in my here
I cannot see this Time
When will it end?
blood seconds
minutes in vein, vain minutes
red clock
How will you break?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Snarled
Children of the twisted teeth
Twisted mouth
Twisted snout
Cleft of beauty
Cleaved to cuts
I am their half sister
I know how ugliness
Wears a face like a dress
The grotesque shown best
upon lips
And
Who will love a bitten face?
Who will kiss half a mouth?
Twisted mouth
Twisted snout
Cleft of beauty
Cleaved to cuts
I am their half sister
I know how ugliness
Wears a face like a dress
The grotesque shown best
upon lips
And
Who will love a bitten face?
Who will kiss half a mouth?
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Stomaching
must stomach,
Stomach.
heart heaves
lungs leave—
stretch, Stomach!
heart might still
lunge at rest
Everything Wants—
stretch, Stomach!
skin can’t keep
so much.
Stomach.
heart heaves
lungs leave—
stretch, Stomach!
heart might still
lunge at rest
Everything Wants—
stretch, Stomach!
skin can’t keep
so much.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Soon
Soon the Quiet
Soon the Dark
How will Death hold?
I know he cannot love me
Like I love the Light!
He only wants me
To be quiet
To be dark.
I will scream and scream Light!
Maybe she will keep me.
Soon
the Quiet
Soon the Dark.
Soon the Dark
How will Death hold?
I know he cannot love me
Like I love the Light!
He only wants me
To be quiet
To be dark.
I will scream and scream Light!
Maybe she will keep me.
Soon
the Quiet
Soon the Dark.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Ofellia
Ophelia fell.
Awful. Offal.
Without a Hamlet
Without a Home
Only water.
Lover’s liver and posies
Liar’s lips and ham
Let the vulture sparrow—
Good night, sweet Prince,
Of me you’re rinsed.
Awful. Offal.
Without a Hamlet
Without a Home
Only water.
Lover’s liver and posies
Liar’s lips and ham
Let the vulture sparrow—
Good night, sweet Prince,
Of me you’re rinsed.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Ode to a Flame
Shadow Light.
Bright Air.
Can’t feel,
But will ever burn
Apollo’s solid breath.
What are you?
You go with mine,
But much would choke.
Phaeton’s feather—
only Distance
can love you
If you won’t be touched.
Bright Air.
Can’t feel,
But will ever burn
Apollo’s solid breath.
What are you?
You go with mine,
But much would choke.
Phaeton’s feather—
only Distance
can love you
If you won’t be touched.
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