screaming at low volumes
life saver, save a life -do your damn job.are you deaf to my pleas?obviously not,because you are here.challenge my heart;is that your spiel?fair enough, after my …soiled indiscretions,i suppose it’s understandable -though not to me: not now.You see, that was a life lineI was calling out for,and while I appreciate allthat you have been able … Read morefeel like a glass of wine?
got onto an airplane to go away i thought I might be alive but the dreams came and went and found the same there, as it is everywhere. i lit a candle on the plane to stave the evil spirits off – but we all faked love for the sake of convenience ;;; CONTRADICTIONS ;;; … Read moreMonday; Vacation
wage-slave; daunting day to pay ( rent insurance drugs food ) new dawns are breaking put Past into bed 2009 – may we all have bread. pudding for our hearts on any day we please: can we get off our christian knees? resolve to retain our resolve – for love and kindness and finding it … Read more-first poem of the year-
wir sind auslander; haben nichtswir wollen nicht zu integrierenalso schrieben wir diesesauf unsere knockenmit unsere blut und leben…ist es moglich,das du mich [mein kultur]magst?
Uh oh, you’ve done it again. Too many drugs, too little time; the world will spin for you and under you and over you. It’s too late; not even the magic doctors with their serums and utensils can stop the opening void in reality. You believe in conspiracies. You follow threads of actions from start … Read moreBlocking the Exit
send me your bill, i pay with my will that i will not do what you tell me to do… I smoke and I smoke like a god damn smoke stack, send me your bill and I’ll send it right back! I’ll puff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down for no other … Read moreMarijuana Fines
There was a moment when you said, “Affair” in that way only European women can. I swear something inside me soared and danced before I shut the door; how the imagination wanders across the plains of futures.
With all the money in the world, the rich put on their faces; and I remember Steph: That wild red hair, the eyes that hurt when she stared. I never tasted her lips but the smell, intoxicating, of her soul… Enough to make 100 men crazy, they and all their ancestors. there must have … Read moreThe Harp and Hound
ethereal, empty of Me; i exist in retail therapy: you can see my history from all the material I was. shoes, paintings, a necklace, international business trips… a sordid business this love, buying the competition treats! Pictures for who I was not delivered to the wrong address only shatter the dream when curiosity has killed … Read moreempty rote recognition
I’m throwing up in the alley, while the whore has my cock in her mouth and i can’t remember how i got there; leaning over to ask who she is what is she doing? here it is, the days passing, the hours peeling away like the dead skin around scabs. and what do I feel? … Read moreworthless