i sit here with a shot on the table
i don't want to drink it cause
when i do i miss her.
I want to drink it cause
i can't sleep without her.
Dresden Codex
A rant, of sorts
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
let gone and go
Beyond incredible, yet
so vaguely translucent. Iridescent
pressing friends holding hands
effected but logged on.
Less situated
Boosted and knighted, from
there to back to
there, but looking for arousal
Passing friends passing kisses
Each other's brief whispers
Pillow talk, really -
a dozen roses with hand job with a ring on her finger
inside her, a showing for friends.
food for thought
walk the dog mow the lawn
beyond incredible, and there is
no more no less is more no more
Beyond incredible.
so vaguely translucent. Iridescent
pressing friends holding hands
effected but logged on.
Less situated
Boosted and knighted, from
there to back to
there, but looking for arousal
Passing friends passing kisses
Each other's brief whispers
Pillow talk, really -
a dozen roses with hand job with a ring on her finger
inside her, a showing for friends.
food for thought
walk the dog mow the lawn
beyond incredible, and there is
no more no less is more no more
Beyond incredible.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Dear America
riots everywhere
built from adjectives or intransitive verbs
I can't remember which, but they were
but I was
awoken by an alarm clock
from electricity generated by that what will kill us
Susan, she said it.
It was her. At the appropriate time
by a national institute
of standards and measures
there we were, off I-80
pumping gas at 3.14 a gallon
we got cigarettes and kept moving
It was something these people can't understand
the language
the nobility
our behaviours
Susan, she said it in a way that
hearts can be melted. She had a way with those
words. Or maybe it was the way she said it?
built from adjectives or intransitive verbs
I can't remember which, but they were
but I was
awoken by an alarm clock
from electricity generated by that what will kill us
Susan, she said it.
It was her. At the appropriate time
by a national institute
of standards and measures
there we were, off I-80
pumping gas at 3.14 a gallon
we got cigarettes and kept moving
It was something these people can't understand
the language
the nobility
our behaviours
Susan, she said it in a way that
hearts can be melted. She had a way with those
words. Or maybe it was the way she said it?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Handlebars
I am led to think that we are two
for a long attempt. Time
we drift
we force
anything was wrong. is wrong
Time
which goes in that sound.
Please spend that time,
but you knew, still know
certainly that I adopt the sight.
you look like that eye
with your patient face
and strolls
do not
do not hold inside
this war it comes back
when you could.
Give up, don't you understand?
Your anything has not been, it is missed
me to love you.
come back
You left your family
You left me
you are too tall, this big dream
is very far
very far
far, far away
you, to know, are going down in this world
for nickles and dimes
collide your gate.
Even more awake and has a dream.
for a long attempt. Time
we drift
we force
anything was wrong. is wrong
Time
which goes in that sound.
Please spend that time,
but you knew, still know
certainly that I adopt the sight.
you look like that eye
with your patient face
and strolls
do not
do not hold inside
this war it comes back
when you could.
Give up, don't you understand?
Your anything has not been, it is missed
me to love you.
come back
You left your family
You left me
you are too tall, this big dream
is very far
very far
far, far away
you, to know, are going down in this world
for nickles and dimes
collide your gate.
Even more awake and has a dream.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
my anything
had it not insisted
persisted
causes causing
separation
to be separated from your every way
with left hand's lover
you cursed to throw
these arrows,
you have discarded them
but this cup
liquor
no pause
then
one day
so sorrowful
divide with this
for you this key,
you should not continue to fall
this deeply in love
you will tumble
having to produced just one
only pennies on the dollar
toward me
If, to be possible, this impossible If
to make that domain
the tear,
but I
me.
I was impossible to let you leave,
heavily collided
in that cloud,
but this cup
warm, wet liquor
I did not know
persisted
causes causing
separation
to be separated from your every way
with left hand's lover
you cursed to throw
these arrows,
you have discarded them
but this cup
liquor
no pause
then
one day
so sorrowful
divide with this
for you this key,
you should not continue to fall
this deeply in love
you will tumble
having to produced just one
only pennies on the dollar
toward me
If, to be possible, this impossible If
to make that domain
the tear,
but I
me.
I was impossible to let you leave,
heavily collided
in that cloud,
but this cup
warm, wet liquor
I did not know
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Parachutes
please
know
nothing more than everything
doors closed
windows sealed
permeating sweat through a broken rear view
a chevy of sorts
painted with rust
it is midnight, twenty past
at your house in three
with my guitar and paintbrush
to you i sing a picture.
know
nothing more than everything
doors closed
windows sealed
permeating sweat through a broken rear view
a chevy of sorts
painted with rust
it is midnight, twenty past
at your house in three
with my guitar and paintbrush
to you i sing a picture.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
bad intent
Sugar on rocks
weapon in hand
a cigarette to melt the boils.
she spoke to me
a riddle of words, my numerous appeal
when she smiled
the war had stopped
the sirens shut down
the children, for first, started to talk.
"Let go." She would later say.
So I did.
And now, sulfur in hand
smoke in mouth
lies on tongue
i tell her i love her.
weapon in hand
a cigarette to melt the boils.
she spoke to me
a riddle of words, my numerous appeal
when she smiled
the war had stopped
the sirens shut down
the children, for first, started to talk.
"Let go." She would later say.
So I did.
And now, sulfur in hand
smoke in mouth
lies on tongue
i tell her i love her.
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