the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Education

Ink bull diminishing iterations on a sheet of paper

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Bilingual Sleep Talking

A speaking finger returned a thicker collar
"I've always liked you, since the beginning"

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Set Yourself Up

The institution is a monster,
I've seen it tear people apart.
Steel strangles my speaking finger
While they both watch with bated breath.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Sharp Edges of a Question

Do you ever think about entering my body
Like a cancer or something plotting against you
Let me save or let me sink
How we speak but never think.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Stars In and Out of Focus

Morning struck through the window
As silent as my first breath,
Slowly burning of last night's fire.
Only embers from blown glass were left,
With the disposing clink left hollow
From what was sucked out,
A genie that told me to write in the present,
Giftwrapped in what was undressed in fake diamonds.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Coxswain Shots and the Midnight Progression

You're off to work, but I think I'll stay in bed.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Montauk

It calmed me to finally see
The salt you breathed while you were underneath.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Scab

The way the sirens echo off of the flush buildings.
We are rats in a maze,
A flightless bird that will glide and then lie.
Who are you fooling when your apple has a rotten core?
And the trash on the sidewalks are like scabs to a sore.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

A Minute of Rain

Your barriers are retractable tape
And audio recordings, press 1 for English.
Fundamental misunderstandings,
Invisible like the chipping nail polish.
The Met is not Montauk,
We'll go our separate ways.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Attraction Without Films

Attraction without films
Becomes awkward honest, worn-out true.
A thousand breaths before a point
Puncture words like sharpened joints.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Irresistable

Ice water 3hr sleep

Monday, July 4, 2011

Fireworks from the Inside

The heart breaking down
Sounds, but no lights
Looking through a dirty window
It's clear that no one is here.
I am carving hollow vessels out of wood,
To tread on ice water.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Statistical Outlier


"Except I would be with you
and thats right."