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this n that
there is a place ( Read more... ) -
alienation
it is a surgical process ( Read more... ) -
paint it white
the deck is a cold place
wood, slatted
trees finger the silvered moon
but cannot touch, cannot scratch
she is hard
weathered, and despite
the mock of sunflower warmth
she paints things white
avoids
really touching them
and the sky is nothing
but somewhere
to pant
in shallow gasps
she does not want
to deal
with complexities or the teeth
of emotions
that would mean ( Read more... ) -
freak up, freak down
talking to myself ( Read more... ) -
still a schmuck
she talks of compatible partners in crime ( Read more... ) -
absence
makes the heart grow fonder. it doesn't stop, I ache and long only for her. I somehow don't think that will ever change.
That makes things in the here and now difficult, but I guess that's a cross I have to bear. Not sure if it will ever come to anything, but I am what I am, a guy in love with a huge capital L.
Taut
Indifference is taut
a drumskin ( Read more... ) -
ciao
I have spent
too long in self absorbed black
drowning in the clutch
of self-night
too cold
too longing
too dark
and I have forgotten
that most beautiful of things
her smile
today
i remembered
and found nothing dark
in seeing her happy
instead i felt the sun
ciao, mi corazon, mi amore -
a move, a shift
i have for a long time lost myself, shifted over and drilled myself into a tailspin ( Read more... ) -
hollow things
pumpkins, hearts, skulls ( Read more... )