February 2010
January 2010
Contact.
Beehives and mustaches.
Tar and vomit.
Soap and cucumber.
All I Wanted Was to Die Your Housewife
And for a diamond ring I’ll do these kinds of things I’ll scrub your floor Never be a bore I’d tuck you in I do not snore I’d wear your black eyes Bake you apple pies I won’t ask why And I try not to cry
I’ll always be by your side Even when you’re down and out
Dysmorphexia
Roughshod bastard teeters A stale basket she felt The prod rape paper cup The morsel brass tacks Swallowed back hanging By neck in closet by wardrobe Necking the walls of scraps Newspaper debris wicked On the floor sweeping Cane from my pocket Concealed from closet Garments of exposed fashion Alleged legible leg stockings Snug on the pregnant calf Heavy petting in a pen surge That slithers past a...
Honey or Tar
I undressed you with my eyes I have Maybe even raped you In a dark and eerie corner of my mind I tucked you there And touched you in a dream last night Pushed you aside when you entered My thoughts at the wrong time I have sat up upon your lap and Saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes I rode you on a chair and in the shower And all the while I clung heavy to your back My desire deeply...
Something:
Moths make magic.
Never.
Never makes better.
Always tied up
With false promises
And fabricated happy endings.
You make me sick.
Hmm.
Cannibalism and social values go hand in hand.
I have.
Beautiful things.
Beautiful people.
Beautiful places.
I am greatful.
Hosiery
Feel so good, you said it before. To your feet, you fall to the floor. Deep inside, you still want more. Deal or not, you look to the door. You can’t get, you’re waiting for me. You put it in, you need discipline. Cover my head, but you can’t beat nothing. Blood on my hands, you can wait on something. Drink some more, feeling opened up. We’re holding it in, now look what...
Starfucker
All my life.
There you go.
Oh please wait.
Just this once.
Oh Work.
You never make me smile.
Thought.
We are on the shoulders of giants.
Always looking down.
Monologue.
Flowers have always been a part of me. On my fire escape there are all kinds. My favorites are the orchids. I didn’t plant them, but I put them out and I water them everyday. I water all of my flowers. They’re so delicate. So frail. So fragile. They’ll shiver if you have a rough touch.
And then there are the ones you gave me. Those pink roses. They’re still in the glass vase on the kitchen table....
A Flood Of Sunshine.
She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
Waste.
You waste space.
Modest Mice.
The dashboard melted but we still had the radio.
Stranger's Words
A stranger wrote this for me today:
The world is filled with wannabe writers who never write, aspiring actors who never act, athletes who never leave the couch. It’s easy to want. It’s easy to dream. There’s nothing simpler in the world then to look at someone else and wish it were you. I know, I’ve been there. That was me for most of my life… always wanting…...
“You have been told that real life is not like college and you have been...”
– Meryl Streep
Brand Upon The Brain.
Cry baby cry.
Stick a finger in your eye.
Tell your mother it wasn’t I.
“Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.”
– One Hour Photo
Whispers.
Thistles and leaves from the mossy tongues.
Starched brown roots anchored in the murky depths.
Thickets of gray latched to the trunks of
Soft misty oak whispering to another.
I can hear their secrets in the breeze.
Breakdown.
My name is Adam. I am part boy. I am part robot. I am undiscovered. I am fresher than fruit. I am fashion forward. I am rare and sophisticated. I am not shy, quiet, or withdrawn. I am myself and no one else
My Thought.
You eased my dreams
With subtle in betweens
That resonate through my veins.
