in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Tinny truth on a wood table
Spill-proof mattresses, TP and tears.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I Fell In Love With A City
Waiting for service,
Monday, August 15, 2011
PM for AM
I woke up in ubiquitous shade,
Every color cooled off with a blanket of gray.
I started saying your name like I was colorblind
And breathed from my mouth
So that everything that came in
Would come out just the same.
Heavy air brought in the rain,
My chest caved in with mossy stains
But I never saw the soft white light...
Those red eyes said we'd have to wait for a while.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Get Out The Jack, Love
Hope is home,
I hope I'll be home.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Blink in the Rain
Windshield smearers in torrential downpour
Honestly afraid for our lives
Half-naked writing lude things in the condensation
IHOP, encores, and tips.
Ambient lightning from every direction
A watery hell rolled over
With a skyline of papparzzi and their terrifying lights
We tell each other we will remember this night.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Your shadowing perspective was a familiar mountain.
I could see for miles and miles
So much value put together in the form of
The delicate words shaken from your carbon rough,
A mine shaft dug out of a retrospect year,
Like breathing in diamonds, so crystalline clear.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Prison bars held my cradling comfort,
With more history than we'll ever see
You asked me like a cheater,
"What number are you on?"
I answered to the teacher,
Asked her to tell me I was wrong.
Our Own Motto
Business women clamor over vacant space,
Venture capitalists staring straight into your eyes.
The bells ring of hollower glass,
Toasting to what would not be remembered,
Discovered land you jotted down with an eraser.
You are an explorer who is exploding
Going off, or getting off and going off...
But you remind me of something comely;
Please know that you have wronged me.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Smoothing the surfaces,
I am sanding with silk
The most delicate predicate-noun,
It is the coldest summer day,
A surprising familiarity down the spine
Like a word older than the dictionary,
I can barely keep my eyes open,
Fixated on the live stream,
Now warm water running, hearts racing like dogs.
It filters the blood like honesty without pretending
When our clear bets are as real as it gets.
But we're still waking to see if it really happened,
What salty truth dampened the two-ply tissue.
I had been excused for the torch I carried.
The resolution felt breezy and most definitely right,
It buried worried flames and cooled off with the night,
The smoke gave out signals undeniably bright;
I don't have to keep looking, everything is alright.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The Adventures of Swag and Calzone
Throw up your words shoved up
From your proud, proud chest.
Monday, August 1, 2011
The shame of weakness,
Knowing you weren't invincible
A helmet won't prevent a skinned knee.