When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
gates of the country
april
back in new york
the 31st floor
it seems somehow everything's changed.
the kitchen too small
plates on the wall
the sound of machinery.
may
where have you been?
who were you running with?
wasn't he someone you used to call home?
where is the ring?
where is the boy who went traveling alone?
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country,
hands at her side.
and i smile as i watch her walk by,
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is better off now.
june
the curtain is shut
the patterns are cut.
the maid who will wake you at dawn
pulls out a chair,
pulls down your hair.
it's just like you wanted.
july
what's going on?
what are you running from?
why are you sleeping alone on the floor?
some people change,
others hang on till they can't anymore.
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country,
hands in the air.
and i smile as i watch her walk by,
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is much better now.
Black Lab
verbatim 9:52 PM
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
(it's me.)
tomorrow, i'll dream of gold, and verdant and azure and fuschia.
(it's me.)
and there's hope.
(it's me.)
love.
(it's me.)
beauty.
(it's me.)
freedom.
(it's me.)
and dreams. orgasmic dreams. white-out and truths.
(yes, it's me.)
i need faith.
(yes, i need it.)
concupiscience.
(i need it, and damn it's a long word. must look up the dictionary.)
concupiscience is you.
*it's you, it's you..*
this is me.
(if i want it.)
my desire.
*you're an individual. you're unique.*
me. me. me.
(yes. i love me.)
there's a space between my ears. i need love, i think.
*advertising. coffee and cigarettes. pop and play. children*
(let the children die.)
tomorrow, i'm the white rabbit.
(what's your name again?)
i'm black and white.
(let tomorrow die.)
verbatim 2:41 PM
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.