Saturday, January 30, 2010

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Final Page of the Brown Book (No Title Yet)

I watched as she eventually exhausted herself, her pace slowed to sunken stroll, relentless weave down dank, dirty streets
We're going to stay here for now she told me, grasping my waist with the tightest clench
We'll be safe amongst the vermin, trash and phantoms of homeless men past

That's all a dream now
Yes, if the last grasps for the cold air held any significance-they had to-she was returning to the crag where she began, most would call full circle
It is impossible to be anything but which you were born and bred

Everything thought about me was all wrong
And I can no longer control my instinct to see-saw in the farthest corners of your head

Monday, January 18, 2010

Drawing Game cont.,

Did it make your heart race faster still?
And is it all so undemanding
now that it unravels at your feet, down the long expanse of time yet to come?

Well, no, I suppose not

I suppose it meant little to you
as these things go
I suppose it was just an inaudible pass
of fluids between beings
She admits it now
I was charmed by your advances

And isn't it just wild how the burden of supposition in a crowded room holds no weight?
How it thrives in the unsettled gusts that surround you
passing through the clamoring mouths while you fall, again, silent and still

Friday, January 15, 2010

Two Seed

I've been missing
And I suppose you can call it living
Who's to say?
Shit, you could say things are just fine, and I'm just fine and when I'm gone, my bones and skin will turn, again, to dirt and the earth will continue to spin on its axis
Everything is so simple. See?
I remember the manner in which she clenched her teeth
My lip lodged somewhere in between
And I pressed her spine parallel to the wall
and went after her, I was a lion
She would taste my lust
the way I regurgitated it outside two houses prior
"Call me"
She'd say and I wouldn't
Even though I would want to
I went there because I could, because I wanted to be lost
but in a physical sense, not the way I'd always known myself to feel, inside me

And the following moment?
how to condense it?
I was discovered
The headlights blinding my animal eyes
What was I to say?
My synapses never connected
and in an instant, in a moment I would not remember, all that I had worked to protect was away from me
Oh, no
Oh well

There is a story here that has yet to spawn
and I suppose when it does, it'll be as insufficient and fleeting
I guess loneliness is too far gone, repentance too insufficient

There is something to be said about trauma or the lack thereof
Sometimes it is a thing to laugh about, with solace, in the security of aftermath
Comfort in stability