Month: September 2011

…it seems like —

  Was I dreaming? I’m in bed the peaking light sliced with a letter cutter of a curtain the world outside is new I am old I have my years I carry them in suitcases in tables as I sip tea and coffee using…

…in a bundle —

it was weakening to expire frailty denies to inhale still the atomic poison slapped on air washing itself upon my fountain of youth as predators do prey in one gasping height of tyranny oh, I wish I wish oh — I wish I wish…

…I know it’s hard to resist —

  these callouses made me me I am turned out like a weathered shoe clanking, irritating others yet comfortable to me it’s like extra gravity holding me a pinch of eccentricity and it’s like cloud shaped like praying hands and an island suspended in…

I wonder…

  maybe if I could float like flowers and thistle and run on like cacti without piercing the air too hard too fast choking it in cataclysm if I did write that note if I did would I have seem like the better person?…

I have this…

…rounding on in my head as they once said gladness turned to madness or can it spin the other way around? I am walking in a forest of decapitation I can’t understand the rolling heads something tells me its not the night I have…

craziness…

could I say I was crazy? Yeah I could — I can think of many ways I am crazy but lets not get too much into eccentric me 😛 well I did a lot of crazy things when I was a young teen. Imagine…

grass is missing

can I cry you a lullaby? I’m screaming out with a bruised voice clamouring on tongue twister melody can I cry you a lullaby? to make it saner to fall asleep I have dreams I have hopes yet I mope yet I tear at…

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