The angels in your palm
sing gentle worried psalms
the sweetness of our dream
like mountains made of steam

Your heart felt good, it was drippin pitch ( Read more... )

We all got born so afraid
and still search for words
to describe that pain
and cling to each other
like pigeons in the rain

A meditationA heart smaller than I don't know what, fragile, strong for so long but failing now. My kitty is at home, dying. How many times did she thunder down the hall like a paranoid elephant or a herd made singular and ( Read more... )

In this past hour, I forced the dog to swallow a heartworm pill and helped him forget about it with kind words and loads of affection ( Read more... )

Hey, must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at the door
whore in my bed...

We're chained...

Uh! said the man to the lady
Uh! said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir, Uh! Uh! all night
and Mary aintcha tired?

We're chained...
(Pixies, "Hey")

Head games never again. Too many whores. Not enough sunrises.

But in the morning ( Read more... )

My ego's
like my stomach - it keeps shitting what I
feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish
anything anymore... maybe I can wait in bed
'til she comes home and whispers.

"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap
you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
--Cursive, The Ugly Organ, "The Recluse"