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Posts from ‘March, 2009’

I’d Rather Be

 
 
I look at you and think of
Nothing but your body
Naked and pure
            Hiding only what is
Inside
Your heated flesh calls to
Me
Hold my cold body
            Awake my wantonness
Fill me, I am but an empty
Vile
Pour your poison
            Into me and watch me
Moan
I dream of your original
Body
Innocent with bliss
            And naked, you’re
Always naked

Without A Name

Unfathomable, picture perfect icons-
traces of familiarity within each tainted step-
I want only to breathe in the windy air-
loss of trust vs. yellow # 5-
socially acceptable facades-
I play not with the mannequins in stilettos-
but rather with the jenny Craig drop-outs, competing with policemen for jelly filled crumb cakes-
 warbling fish heads, screaming to dive in-
overeaters anonymous, puke [...]

Picking Flowers

There I crumble, red in the crevice
Knees weak, the floor cool to the touch of
My now heated flesh
Tomorrow’s sickness is my immediate
Desire, inside of me, crawling
Marking its territory, like a dog
Pissing on the car tires of its
Owner, the keys in hand
Wilted poppies, melting in the hot
Sun, of my brain, my still underdeveloped
Mind, growing in chains, [...]

Our Porch

The men’s shouts blend with the music adding a drunken edge to the sappy love song. My back is turned to them, their games nothing but a vague noise.
The hot coffee hits my blood like an element during a windstorm, doing to the inside what the sun does to the outside, scorching with molten air, [...]

J. and the Girl Downstairs

     They were fucking again. The sounds traveled up through the floorboards to where J. sat on the toilet, making the most of an empty apartment to take an undisturbed shit.  And undisturbed it was, except for the unrelenting sounds of his downstairs neighbors. Sometimes they made love, and the noises were filled with [...]

Fucking the god of fire

 
 
I am barefoot. The earth is moist from the morning’s dew. I can feel the pulse of the world on my soles, a constant throbbing like my own heart. The path I walk upon is worn, but not well traveled. My destination is unknown, but I walk as if I know the goal, pushed by [...]

Grime

You pretend to know, and I pretend to share,
 So ready to leave, not ready to give up,
You want to follow, disassociated tendencies,
Friendless faces, don’t even wave hello,
 Please take me away, from within my pit,
Dug alone, buried and stoned,
No one will even give it away- courtesy
 I soak up in the heat- in my last moments of [...]