January 2010
1 post
December 2009
5 posts
My white rap song!
heartstring
standing by the apartment door still alive after our war yesterday your heartstring broke long ago the muses spoke
November 2009
6 posts
3 tags
my modulated future
3 tags
4 tags
2 tags
we raise the dead
The word of the hour is pandemonium The midway festers with a thousand bodies A movement like one, dripping with sweat Elbows and tramped feet and screams I hate to sing of food when the food is gone Commotions of vendors gaunt like hawks Take your order, son, move along Because the circus is here, the circus in town The sounds of the fair are piercing the air Sun passed its peak and nothing...
October 2009
10 posts
1 tag
it’s a partay.
enjoy life.
the third weather (part 1)
Even the largest most glorious trees bending down with branches weighted golden leaves of late autumn can burn, slowly. Like this, like a tree being eaten away tongues of flame, failing people and things. this fallen world, nothing is perfect things suffer in lingering misery giving up the ghost crumbling into grey forsaken ruins people stumble trip and suffer through the pain. Feet pass up and...
paradox
I am a lonely soul living life alone An eternal pillar in the midst of time Waves roll about me yet I stay solid Let all my words come from the silent mime The sky rips open and no rain comes forth The ground underneath my feet kicks back I am the chosen one, I am the nameless Honestly babe I have so much I lack I have a mind so smart it goes blank My philosophy shudders like a stone Clouds part,...
the best friend
for (gives/gets)
when you’re a jerk.
funeral at a circus
the ringmaster bows as the coffin passes, rain dripping from the grey cold skies the lion trainer sighs and shudders slowly passing, the ballerina has died seventeen years at the rise of her life flying through hoops fifty feet from the ground the clowns frown, the ushers pause to stare as the coffin passes without a sound alone by himself, the acrobat cries as his aerial companion leaves forever...
don't burn bridges (if someone's on it)
tires like screaming banshees windshield collecting debris lives stagnant on the side flourishing bloody pride don’t burn the bridges especially if someone’s on it eyes pass over crinkled page dryness splattered in rage months passed like years gone an emblem of my fears don’t burn the bridges especially if someone’s on it listen to the air breath in the dusk watch the...
