February 2012
6 posts
I am an incomplete thought. The one on the tip of your tongue, at the end of your gun; the red rim of the rising sun.
Don’t touch my hands please; I’ve just got them comfortably lonely you see.
I wake in the den of a wolf, spake into the heavy black night; a whimper crammed to the back of my throat. Am I the sacrifice, or the take?
I want to fall into the deep with you. You. You? So elusive and undeterred by the rules of existence because you, don’t.
She’s crying nude; cosmic ooze beneath her. Priestess, petrified.
A cut you can’t doctor with your mouth. It bleeds much too quickly to clot with the tongue. Sensory assurance; you’re still here.
January 2012
12 posts
Hello? Can anybody hear me? It’s dark out here. It’s a mystery. Glittering dark violet and mountains of black. A frightening grey fog is the ghost, she’s breathing heavy upon me. If you can hear me, it’s beautiful.
In the velvet night we cry, of that which we cannot longer be denied. Of bones that have long groaned and our lips tremble in long pause as our souls flicker back. We wait.
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Night blooms and we crawl across neighborhood lawns and touch our fingertips numb to the sky, and breathe the anointed time. Crying out, the phantom crowds, die with the sunrise.
My hands are blind, my mouth is heavy; my eyes pour mountains and my breath is hazy.
Put your hand across my chest. Make me close my eyes. I want to sleep.
The shroud of atmosphere folds and grows, transfading; blackest black to aching blue. The skin of the stars breathes in, polarizing. My blood trembles, I have melted beneath the vaporous spectrum.
She whispers “the devil you know”. I roll on my ribs and clutch the howl to my chest. “May you never burn so haunted as the devil I have known”.
Get the switch and blade. My love, we’re going; haunting.
News paper clippings on the table, lilac scraps on the lawn, the neighborhood is buzzing. I’m losing it, it. It. Have it, did I ever have it?
With oceans of light and skies sloshing like sea foam we, transcend.
At night I have dreamt of a monstrous hole that gapes the night sky; of morphing into mortal flesh. The cosmic umbilical chord tearing away as I, disintegrate from the heavens and regenerate, molecule by breath, into the warm belly of the earth.
My cocoon is become too tight. I squirm and stretch beneath the gauze as I begin to perceive, light..
December 2011
9 posts
The time of waiting has turned my knees to cement, made my body heavy like a stone. My palms sprout shrubbery and out from my mouth grow vines of longing. Now I tear the greenery from my veins and pull the vinery from my mouth, I choke and stumble without my joints but still I, escape.
Carpe noctem. Seize the night.
Forget what you know. Remember what you’ve forgotten.
Honey dripped from his tongue like black gold from the river.
I could have been Marie Antoinette. Ships in my hair. Losing my head.
Take off my hands. They are heavy and bedeviled.
We’ve breathed too near the edge, our tongues are double-edged, like children with weapons.
Also I must tell you, my head’s a bit crowded, so you’ll have to speak up.
In 100 windows I will reflect. 100 windows will not forget. 100 the number, of ghosts I beget.
November 2011
12 posts
Stuck between mountains. I evaporate like water.
The heart murmurs for a name it cannot speak.
I long for the weightlessness of open water.
Curse the moon that first lit your shadow onto my wall.
Who are you? From what cosmos did you come here to me to start this burning ache inside my hands?
We have traded secrets in the dark. Now you walk with my limps and I speak with a stutter.
I stay up at night and keep warm by the light of the holes in my bed.
Jars of atmosphere roll at my feet; I, drink them one by one and wipe away the glowing stains from my mouth with the backs my hands as they, disappear.
Here I lie. Here beneath the departing summer trees, now only a cold watery debris. Among the grey and heavy heaves, here I lie. It is I. It is me.
One bright red hole right through the middle of me. Why did I follow you here?
I have fallen into the fog. Such practical ghosts here. My skin is a lonely place.
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I dream in yellow smoke.
October 2011
11 posts
My tears oxidize and burst into flames, rolling down my cheeks like liquid gold and mar my unbeautiful face.
The palatable darkness. He regards me with little breath, and I, mourn beneath his terrible beauty.
Come and find me.
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Get the fox out of my bed. Get these foxes out of my head!
Hide me.
This is the protection, the unseen that moves us in and out of each other’s path. At first I see you, and after my eyes burn for a shadow that never returns.
In between the ribs; that’s where it is.
I don’t know what to do but I know I have to do it.
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…and the Mother Bear bent down from her lookout and put her warm Bear paw on her little cub’s head and said, “As long as the moon rises and the sun falls, for as long as time keeps, I will always be there. If the wolves come to carry you away, I will be running after, and I will always bring you home”.
I break my teeth against the pavement in a slow motion fall from the hundredth floor window of my memory. I once was a child; a little lamb in visions of lavender and lace. I once was a girl. I once was.
I keep trying to tell the story but every time I do I just..