shower
a razor,
cream
mouthwash
and tooth paste
a good
clean made clean
just as well
hung
by my necklace
frills
and lace
be dammed
I'll die
for pleasure
and good breath
deep
breath
whole
breadth
not an endless
imagination
but a pause
built full
and packed
tight
of anticipation
plums
ready
and wet
but held high
while daring
their removal
from the branches
to be
to be
a worthy moment
of some memory
to be
to run
run down
and drip
all over
a good clean
exposed
and made
sticky
my body and hands
used
so well
used
to satisfy
my tongue
so well
used
Friday, July 16, 2010
to make
I use
to make
you
smile
miles
use
us
to get
from
there
to here
and
here
to there
I was done
for
better
or
worse
when I first
held you
in my
arms
done
from
here
to there
to
use
and
hold
to
have
and
be
love
I am
here
to again
make
you
make you
smile
make
us
a star
in
our
night
still
bright
to make
you
smile
miles
use
us
to get
from
there
to here
and
here
to there
I was done
for
better
or
worse
when I first
held you
in my
arms
done
from
here
to there
to
use
and
hold
to
have
and
be
love
I am
here
to again
make
you
make you
smile
make
us
a star
in
our
night
still
bright
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
12:29 a.m.
quite becomes loud
appliances humming
pumps or capacitors
seconds rocking the thin long hand, old clock
fans sucking heat off the new brains
making my things think
whatever they are
sounds
muffled by life
and day
now shout
across dusty floors
through walls
and shelves
sounds that hide by day from as little competition
as the sound of two breaths, sunlight, or the slightest thought
but that rattle inside you when you're the last standing.
appliances humming
pumps or capacitors
seconds rocking the thin long hand, old clock
fans sucking heat off the new brains
making my things think
whatever they are
sounds
muffled by life
and day
now shout
across dusty floors
through walls
and shelves
sounds that hide by day from as little competition
as the sound of two breaths, sunlight, or the slightest thought
but that rattle inside you when you're the last standing.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
24
24
my day
where are you
take away
8
10
sleep
work
or
the other way around
6
take away at least another
eat
5
keep clean
4
who knows
2
no wonder
0
strapped
for everything
undone
and otherwise
they come
and they walk away
all the same
I can't excavate
all thats left undone
let alone the done
my day
where are you
take away
8
10
sleep
work
or
the other way around
6
take away at least another
eat
5
keep clean
4
who knows
2
no wonder
0
strapped
for everything
undone
and otherwise
they come
and they walk away
all the same
I can't excavate
all thats left undone
let alone the done
Monday, June 28, 2010
antidotes
walking tall
until seconds draw long
between my next step
and the look down
I just took
down
down down
down I go
The ground--spared any rain for months--
has been piled on and on
my body and
my toes flirt
with who knows what of yesterday's discards
will the past between us
ever just fall away during some chance glance
some quiet or catastrophic moment
down
down down
down
Your sound says hello
come this way
but my eyes can't validate
years over tears
tearing me down
tearing me down
like an old pair of jeans
every day worn raged
I am more comfortable
my world and not dreams
against my skin
walking tall
years over tears
down
I go
piled on
by all my attempts at numbness
and antidotes
Sunday, June 27, 2010
fix
I need a little fix
just a snack
a taste
of life
long
back down the road
a taste of what the salt was like
in the ocean before my mind
overran the beach and the beauty it never really had
a taste of what you were like
when we were new
and hope
was the true high
a taste
of what a drive
off into the night and towards the ocean
was like
when I had it only twice
a taste of that special
that gets so much more unattainable
as I become accomplished
as I round the edges off my happiness
the sharpness between boredom and exhilaration
is lost.
as my trees grow tall
the great space underneath is larger and brighter
but the full sun never shines down
never shines down
successfully balanced
I need a little fix
a little kick
a smack in the gut
a taste of the salt on my lips
a taste of you on my lips
a taste of that special
that special that is so hard to get
so harder now than before the
very first time
my shell so large
I have too many turns to take
when looking back for my core
too many turns
too many ways to get around the truth
to many ways
to be the representation of happiness
and not a whole lot more
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Remember
you rest
your head
on me
I sit
and hold you
and think
remember me
this way
please
remember me
always
this way
the one
who could save you
the one
who could hold you
and make almost any tears dry
the one with who you discovered wonders wide
in the world we created
the world I could never have had
without you
and these moments
and now as you grow
into your own ways
these moments where I make it into all you need me to be
grow more precious and scarce
tonight as my shoulder
once again becomes, at the moment you fade, soft as any pillow
I will miss this
I think
maybe the most of all
your head
on me
I sit
and hold you
and think
remember me
this way
please
remember me
always
this way
the one
who could save you
the one
who could hold you
and make almost any tears dry
the one with who you discovered wonders wide
in the world we created
the world I could never have had
without you
and these moments
and now as you grow
into your own ways
these moments where I make it into all you need me to be
grow more precious and scarce
tonight as my shoulder
once again becomes, at the moment you fade, soft as any pillow
I will miss this
I think
maybe the most of all
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