with her lace spread out before me… with shivers at the site of her wings… with the loss of her eternal heart… with the joy of our last kiss… with her guise upon me… with all the pleasure of tomorrow… with all of these eyes to see… with her body drenched in sweat… with the […]
Month: April 2017
the trident basin stream of grace
she reminds me of the importance of being earnest… the importance of being myself. such strength in such a tiny frame reflects in her eyes and her smile, but she does not make me a better man. i make myself a better man; her man. she was there when i fell in love with her. […]
from the madman’s diary of the queen of atom city 04082448
only traces of my crawling across toward your window remained. i keep calling you softly in the night from that old pay phone on folly road; always lost, lonely windows half awake from you sleeping on your feet. the backyard was so empty, but no quarter phone booth calls to home in our holographic late […]
les hodabes guitare 04162017
given in the heavy gratitude stress may wield, i take her neck with my left hand; firm and strong. i can feel her wetness between the lucent, but minute, distance us. fingers… always touch with my fingers. she stretches out like a lap cat purring some dream into midnight streams on the north side of […]
blessed by pacific waves
somewhere is nowhere while nowhere is somewhere; let the satyr feast upon your moist, slippery meat… lost in the folds of your enigma. where are we now, my dear? with one good eye, like euripides, revel in the moment; so deep in the great smokey wood, dead of lustful winter… but no predicated snow to […]
the haunting of kerouac and the spinx 04052017
somewhere, somehow seven grams is burning after making the fool of me and jack; or jack’s ghost. it seems to drift off from me whilst i try to stay focused on the matter at hand… the devouring and deflowering of that deepest ocean blue haunting me down like i am her prey and i am […]
listless puppets
adrift… somewhere between an actual thought and the blissful delight of a pleasant dream, the light shines bright on down all to see; a side note here… this is passion. do you see? the mere idea of anyone else living my exact life some place on this tiny ball of dirt flying through space being […]
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