you cant run away from this.
well i guess you can. put your head in a hole in the ground.

but somethings going to bite your ass sometime.
(haunt you)

silly willy. who am i talking to? hes already gone. but the dreams won't stop.

i thought they had. stupid imagination. stupid nightmares. stupid ghosts.

never enough, huh.

to take my mind off of crazy movie. not working ( Read more... )

big flat nose stares at me over computer top
clip clop

writing lost and slumber wait...weight,
they tell, they tell, they tell
the only effect we achieve comes from this one, yours, mine.
hurt by my own accord, i.
cant let
cant cant cant, let.
but always do anyway.

worn and torn blisters born, raw.
scrape your cheek with my hand; nails quicked.
happy eyes make expression wander. feliz, feliz, feliz.

love.

from ella to life in a glass house, sitting, staring, finding ( Read more... )

blood.
coating and crusted, clotting, blood. palm to breast and walking.
this allusion, i laugh until my head comes off-rh.
body grating. i love. love. blood.

the only reason for love is love but once a distinction found between attachment and such warm hooked arms white teeth, yellowed at the corners, i jumped for joy and fell sideways on my right foot if you had seen the sky tonight you wouldve guessed apocalypse but all that was left was an answering machine recording and the foreshadowed pulp fiction ( Read more... )

attached to my shadow, attached.
my face feels stoic; i can feel the pulled numb. im still talking. im still moving. he talks to me from his weighted post on the bed.
following me.