I used to blame it on clumsiness.  carelessness.  lack -of -touch.  when really.  ugly hands are tools.  mine--sharpened and grooved.  split and used.  not enough used , like my voice on rainy nights, or black lights, or years counted in moons.  my nicked hands loom over my body, green-electric blue.  i am over-due.  past colors hues.  into the ( Read more... )

Holy I, the ocean-grey.

Can you with mechanical dreams, olived eyes and gasoline

throw copper in fire, make elements breathe?

Breathe like bread, singing blood verses until the ticking ends.

Just tease me with rain and solve equations in sequenced waves, I am under a wave.

Grit sand catches this lapse in sailing.  I don’t feel well today.

The foam ( Read more... )

This is not enchanted, at all.   (...)

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zs

I don't feel well today.  The moon quit calling my name and  vampires stole the pink lemonade.  Just tease me with rain and solve  equations in spinning flames and i'll floor you with mechanical dreams, olived eyes and gasoline.  Throw----------copper in----------fire...make elements breathe.  Breathe like lungs under sheets.  When i ask you for a ( Read more... )

 My street is so quiet, i thought i heard somone being murdered.  Not really, but almost.  The air is so silent.  I'm inclined to feel scared, but i don't.  I need to write more.  I need to breathe more.  I need to relax.

"You're going to kill yourself if you don't stop."

I know.

I've been researching Einstein. Theory of Relativity.

I should have ( Read more... )