She hesitates like shockwaves
hitting my spine, spreading to
zealous hips.
She hesitates, and I know I should too.
Breath like poetry.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Commission
Her use of colour danced
childlike thoughts across
my bedroom floor.
Don’t sing songs for birds,
she said,
they’re never quite grateful.
But when squids and monsters
plea for praise, hand it out
vigilantly. For they can
get complacent too.
And they do.
Left my corruptibility
fresh in her freezer
just in case she decided to
mummify my innocence,
treat beds like camp outs.
childlike thoughts across
my bedroom floor.
Don’t sing songs for birds,
she said,
they’re never quite grateful.
But when squids and monsters
plea for praise, hand it out
vigilantly. For they can
get complacent too.
And they do.
Left my corruptibility
fresh in her freezer
just in case she decided to
mummify my innocence,
treat beds like camp outs.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
PriceCheck
Brushing shoulders with
saltless wonders. Feel
free to search for collective
disconnect, but good luck
with this daylight.
Mirrors know I’m wrong for you.
Coattails, tag all that matters.
saltless wonders. Feel
free to search for collective
disconnect, but good luck
with this daylight.
Mirrors know I’m wrong for you.
Coattails, tag all that matters.
Epiphany
We’ll be in love again,
payday is coming soon.
Bouncing checks like the
bouncing lies off her lips
or the bouncing other boys
off of her hips.
Hush hush.
I never even knew.
payday is coming soon.
Bouncing checks like the
bouncing lies off her lips
or the bouncing other boys
off of her hips.
Hush hush.
I never even knew.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Lazybones
I guess her spider lips
finally caught up to her,
spinning whatever it took to
catch a falling star or
keep a fleeting high.
I didn’t collapse into either
web or category
so I slipped past her
mesh maze meant to catch such
a straggler.
finally caught up to her,
spinning whatever it took to
catch a falling star or
keep a fleeting high.
I didn’t collapse into either
web or category
so I slipped past her
mesh maze meant to catch such
a straggler.
Morals
Drank my syllables like moonlight,
basking in cloud glory.
Pre-existing opinions didn’t override
her overwhelming urge to
forget about God tonight.
Innocence in full swing as
only cheeks collided.
Virtuous breath.
basking in cloud glory.
Pre-existing opinions didn’t override
her overwhelming urge to
forget about God tonight.
Innocence in full swing as
only cheeks collided.
Virtuous breath.
Cosset
Matching butterfly bruises:
she called it love.
HipBones had been called
many things, but
this was a first.
she called it love.
HipBones had been called
many things, but
this was a first.
Morgan
Skipping just right to
crack father’s back
in all the hard to reach
places.
Before noon on a Wednesday
and he’s a captain already.
Dirty finger nails and
a clean coffee filter.
crack father’s back
in all the hard to reach
places.
Before noon on a Wednesday
and he’s a captain already.
Dirty finger nails and
a clean coffee filter.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
DropBox
The girls can hear us,
thoughts and all.
Fingers hushing lips
puckered ready to fire.
Not easily offended,
but easily dislocated.
Time limits. Take the joke.
Shooting stars at
Tito’s ego, always enflamed.
Automatic love songs
followed, on repeat.
Stop these customary conversions,
he left involuntarily.
thoughts and all.
Fingers hushing lips
puckered ready to fire.
Not easily offended,
but easily dislocated.
Time limits. Take the joke.
Shooting stars at
Tito’s ego, always enflamed.
Automatic love songs
followed, on repeat.
Stop these customary conversions,
he left involuntarily.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Mixtape
I.
Cross-legged, like a child
I listened.
Words filled me like wonder.
Carefully capturing every possible
underlying meaning to phrases
not written for me.
I think the first song said it best;
you haven't found them yet.
Everything that followed
only echoed letdowns,
alluding stepping stone status.
II.
Track four.
Way to ruin one of my favourite songs.
And almost John Mayer too.
III.
It should have ended
before it even started.
We'll never be each other's
Butch Walker.
Take your own tomorrow.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Trial Separation
Reminded me of
shared mortality
in our stipulations.
Funny to think
love was never
formally mentioned.
Language reeking
of something implied,
unspecified,
as of now negated.
Still it seeps between
affidavit prattle.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Pegasus
As a weapon, my voice
sang the rescue.
Ask the Lizard about
musical limbs and wait.
Wait.
In memory of trees,
my voice is a weapon.
Oh, Maiden of the Sea,
if what you need are
tattoos and books of
lost things, the latest plan
requires sober kings and
law-biding queens.
Bloodshot eyes.
Eryn's all grown up.
Dutch Feast
If I were flesh, I would have twenty:
a crown for you merely good 'til morning.
Shoulder bones, rib cage boundaries
only meant for me.
Seemingly different, captivating.
Living the worst because
it's scarcely short anyway.
I'm serious in my frivolous heroism;
if I was meant to save you
what choice do I have?
Sing it like "yeah."
We both know the end before I write it.
Chords. Chorus. Verse. Bridge.
Is the wait worthwhile, or
do these coffee cups pile
during a search for meaning?
Order change. Maybe no verse.
Purely Chorus.
Hammer home points of no return.
Barefoot memories dance in sand,
disregarding the foreshadowed rocks.
And quilted skies bode no response.
I should have known at seventeen,
but it took me twenty.
My shadow tried to warn me.
Proclivity
Skyscrapers.
I wish I towered too,
ocean views.
Even just elevation
would increase my
lacking stature.
But not to see
the sights she sets.
I know her propensity.
Board the windows.
No key.
Lazy Lids
Wonder, but never
full. She told me
my soul was half empty.
Maybe like a shoe
should be. I never listen
but blinking in sync
gets tiresome every
third round. I think
she caught me, but
I never really think
anyway. What would
you do with your
slipping lids?
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Last Stand
Posture junkie:
see things the way they’re
meant to be heard.
Think out loud to
crack a window;
and accordingly heads hung
for eyes to seal fates, float
the password to Wind.
Discretionitory sensory deficiencies,
or maybe we just held our
collective breath in mind.
see things the way they’re
meant to be heard.
Think out loud to
crack a window;
and accordingly heads hung
for eyes to seal fates, float
the password to Wind.
Discretionitory sensory deficiencies,
or maybe we just held our
collective breath in mind.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Bones
Feel it in my
headphone bones.
White like teeth.
LED stars
heal everything but
walls and laws.
Clipboard motives.
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