Oh, that there were nothing after death ( Read more... )

I love you ferociously.
I lie in limbo, fantasizing
of ripping you up into
bite-sized pieces.
You're too frayed on the edges -
too threadbare at the knees.
I want to claw your threads until you
collapse;
I'll lick up your dust
and swallow your faded freedom.

So, I didn't write this. I know, I go months without posting, and then post something that isn't even mine. But I love it. It's so rare that I post something that's not mine, but I can't stop thinking of these lines by a friend. Thanks to her for the beautiful words.

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The guy on the side of the road has a t-shirt ( Read more... )

Carry my heart in yours,
in silence and secret joy
laughing laughs that warm the bone and heart.
Hopes like stripey socks
and honey graffiti our minds;
our love is gumdrops in December,
a famine for doubt.

Purple ripples into black

This bruise is like the nighttime -
endless.

Twilight settles,
thickens, droops
Like love grown old and we
revolve in clouds of expectations;
mosquitoes gulp our
memories, embalming.
Crickets are such grave musicians.

I am, in the words of William James, "an ordinary philosophic layman, never a radical, never straightening out one's philosophic system, but living vaguely in one plausible compartment of it or another to suit the temptations of successive hours ( Read more... )

The night is angry;
bitter spastic stars are
shrieking, shrieking,
shrieking
and I can't get away.
You match the atmospheric
vomit
in my mind;
Shred me with your hands
teeth
eyes.
shred me
my remains will puddle in
static.

A poem for nighttime. A poem for Josiah.Starlight drizzles dusky dreams ( Read more... )