Thursday, January 28, 2010

i was high
he stood and talked about politics, police bears, dancing side by side
i slip in and out
full well
what this might mean taking on
the doors swung wide
wider than usual
carousel horses, pontiacs and polloks running the races
gilded pony manes
this is a death note
an sos
my rambling is drug induced havoc
i cant write
my lips are completely numb
and if i had my way wed be fucking in the attic right now
ghost hands pouring over each cup
parking meter metronome
tick tick tick tocking
solemn rocking
my baby brothers chair
blue velvet
tiny rabbits
tomato patch that the gators over ran
so we picked up marshmallows tossed them and run like paper cranes

Thursday, January 14, 2010

i dont write anymore
i sulk

Friday, January 8, 2010

ashes to ashes something splendid in the dish water, broken shutter i saved my half dead mother