you hold me the way ( Read more... )

flowers set in vase,
how beautiful you look,
as you quickly wilt away.

i was always scared to touch you,
that your delicate petal,
might crumble at my stroke.

i should've grabbed you then,
because you disappeared anyhow.

joints hit with hammers
make cross threaded bolts
split the wood
they were fit to sustain.
that's the reflex
to maintain the
comfort of disconnect.
this mess we stumbled in,
where to keep it

today,
i burn my feet on concrete,
to leave behind the skin
of where i've been.
raw feet peel,
raw feet feel,
raw feet remember,
until raw feet,
are calloused again.

to make something great.
just fabricate.
and watch like ceramic pots
crack and chip away.
i'll decorate my life with you,
but, darling, life is decay.
we're just dirt held together
by glaze and pain.t.

wished for a meteor to tell him its supernatural,
got a bug and said, eh, i'll settle.
with enough hair in the face it flies just the same,
and hell we ain't got nothin better.

rip the head,
with careless passage.
insides come,
and you call it pain.

isn't it odd the whistle from a train and it's association with steam,
and the steamy passion for an individual that's signaled with a whistle?
hard return.
so, are we descendants of the train?
hard return.
it's an endless circle
like a dog wagging its tail,
and chasing it.
makes things a bit difficult for chasing, the wagging,
but that's how it's

It’s year 499 ( Read more... )

i wish i could see myself moving,
my frame of reference is me,
so i'm always standing still.
if i could break out of my eyes,
then i'd be moving, too.

the world is speeding by,
and i'm not taking a breath,
when i exhale you'll be gone
and my heart can finally rest.