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| the september rain exorcism |
| 09.11.03 (2:49 am) [edit] |
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i took a painting of your shadow and smashed it in the pouring rain. my anger, streaming from my lips with cold drops and persperation, and an opaque white mist. the rock hurts my palms so much, but i bring it down again and again, until i am folded over your smashed likeness, exhausted and wet, beneath a broken memory... my only comfort.
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| the grace of a broken watch |
| 09.08.03 (1:31 am) [edit] |
time falling in on itself,
the face clocks all stop.perfect and still.
a thousand pointed hands, all in sync
not moving at all. the ones and eights
they all smile from their place
on the still circle
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| like an accident |
| 09.05.03 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
the dull grey current that like a tidal wave destroys
flow over me like a canvas
my grainy off white masterpeice
broken, without understanding
the thick milky wash, the paint brushes swim
fill every pore, fill every pore
make the paper grey
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| brother |
| 08.24.03 (1:54 am) [edit] |
sometimes words are cyanide
searching for a vein
now my blood is at my heart
but i won't let it in
i could never eat my words
so i spit through broken teeth
i could never hate you more
or love you any less
brother, take me by the hand
brother, make me understand
throw me words instead of fists
brother we are more than this
allow myself to be afraid
allow myself to be afraid
allow myself to not lie down
allow myself to stand my ground
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| greyskies falling |
| 08.23.03 (1:34 pm) [edit] |
the clouds above twist, i stare at the grey
it falls upon me, while the poplars sway
a thousand teardrops nail me to the grass
the clouds drape the night in a black canvas...
the spinning paper and blacked out sky,
the wet lawns and muddy grass
the rain drops
the greysky
falling
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| full effect of things less cunning |
| 08.21.03 (4:52 pm) [edit] |
seventeen seconds ago, seem like distant times
now with autopilot disabled, we graze the tops of pines
cabin rupture, defeat without sound
cutting down trees like we should cut through clouds.
ground comes crashing in, the gravel is streaming,
sand like bullets, cracking, bleeding, screaming.
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| make black my bright photograph |
| 08.20.03 (2:58 am) [edit] |
i tried to laugh at the sun today, but the blackness took my speech. broken fingernails dig, in the treanches of defeat. define my aperature, make focus of my lens. i can't tell where the pictures stop and my still life begins.
i've gone black, i don't bother fighting back. shadows are my only clothes. darkness haunts my journal's prose.
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| typeface |
| 08.20.03 (2:55 am) [edit] |
range without direction, a calibre unmeasured.
broken lead mechanical, blackest sky heaving.
abreast, irrate,
flowing into infinity... a legacy of sytanx errors scatter in notebooks.
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| death threat valentine |
| 08.18.03 (5:25 am) [edit] |
the white lines run past my face,
the blinds are down, but i still can't see
eyes hurt, parked on channel nine
the blue sky, or is it black?
salt water sprayed on open veins,
spitting through broken teeth
the water fills my lungs,
everything is wet.
awake and asleep at the same time, falling.
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| dot dot dot, your eyes |
| 08.18.03 (5:11 am) [edit] |
the lines of your eyes trace a potrait of despair,
i follow them gently, navigating fallen hair
touch the crease at the edges of your lips,
arching softly down, a frown beneath my finger tips
weeping red from somewhere silent,
dying in the shadow of myself.
...your eyes.
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