Thursday, July 14, 2011

n/a

i'm just not doing this anymore.


EDIT 8/30/11: NOT DEAD, fuck wordpress. back to posting here.

Monday, July 4, 2011

dancing fingers

"dancing fingers"

everything was hands on.

they came with glasses of cheap wine.

she (a singer) lay across my piano
to confess all of her greatest

conquests.

i was struck.

perhaps by

her voice; a river in time
where flowers would grow & bloom
then wither
near a snow-covered creek

i was positive that her soul resembled a
white pine coffin:

a wordless chamber where the Sun couldn't
reach & where the bleached wood purified her

(hardly) admirable life.

but i recalled her smile &
there was something pure in that.


Saturday, July 2, 2011

stitch the seams

"stitch the seams"

i'd call it serendipity but that seems
brash and

impulsive. my capillaries warm at the thought.

designer

"designer"

i ran my fingers through her hair

slowly.

she sighed and rolled over, deeper into our
sheets.

"our sheets", the phrase always made me uneasy.
trite suburban

bullshit. later that day we
drank with the neighbors.

thoughtless pseudo-swingers, yellow-bellied
or maybe just stupid.

she cornered me in the kitchen rather, shoved me
against a cabinet and said:

"treat others as you want to be treated."

i smirked and took a drink.

"what others?" i responded.