Saturday, February 25, 2012

Baby Blue

Oh music
How I wish I could be you
And not

Me

Because you make sense

All things
As instruments
To measure ourselves

Breath giving life to woodwinds
Fingers dancing on strings
A living prayer
A living weakness

The ether
Took her baby blues
Right out from my skull

And how the years would hide her
From me

Those baby blues
Would surface from a mirror

I am affraid of doubt
And the ideas
Idle thoughts become

Even if
They're only in my mind

It says something
For my mental state I'm sure

There is too much contempt
In me

And
There is no music

Friday, February 24, 2012

Re all it'y

It is a bad day

For.

A good night

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Baroque

Like the finger
Likes to linger
Lies white strung
Tethered to impediment

Predicts the day it will fall
Curvature of the finger
Stinger
Dreamer

Linger on Oberon
Coal clean vision everything
Window frost loveliness
Cataract sphere machine
Orbits itself unseen

Cool cost of anything
In its iris turned venom
Fatigued in a dream
Burning rose and jasmine and

Velveteen

Sunday, February 12, 2012

IX

I thought I saw you in the moon
But it was just sex through an opened window

And i am a voyeur

And for a second
I can smell your fragrance
Your signature scent

And theremins rise

And I can see you
That you are galaxies
Through a telescope

And that I am exhaust fumes in a closed garage
I am eyes yellow like phlegm
I am bubonic
I am revelations
I am brightly colored centipedes
In an opened palm

I could part the light bulb from its fixture

And learn to feel
All over again

Monday, February 6, 2012

How Embarrassing...

I replace my sleep with alcohol

And then I drive

An assortment of empty bottles
In my wake
Too many bottles
And too many times doing this
Because I will run out of luck one day

Because the night is never long

Enough

And if I crash my car tonight
And die
The police will recover
Pornography
A machete
A hacksaw
And tennis balls from the trunk of my car

Tennis balls...

I feel like
I should leave
An explanation

Friday, February 3, 2012

Evitagen

Fingers creep
And I am death
And we are all death

And I want to feel every inch of myself hanging
From the rafters

Give me minimal slack
And I will ruin a good evening

I am dreaming of you tonight

I'll kill everything
Until I am

Exoskeletal

I'll kill everything
Until

I am nothing but ash

I wish
I knew what you were thinking
I wish I were a better person

I wish I could be beautiful
Like you

I wish I wish

Nevermind