screaming at low volumes
I want to invade your thoughts as you have invaded mine; I want to fill you full of me until i am you and you are me. I want to pervade your vision, your hearing tuned to my voice: commandments to dance commandments to expose commandments to slip into a white funeral shroud for a … Read moreAre You Sleeping?
the mark on my heart…
I’ve nothing to ask, nothing to say: I fall in love everyday And nothing is true, nothing is real, there is no new love to feel But where can I find the dreams of your mind? The ones you hide from brutes and beasts who look like me… those dreams of who you wanted to … Read morePardon Me,
You had fallen from the sky, a drop of water, nothing more. and still it filled my cup: an ocean upon a shore. You were clouds above my head, lightning dripping to the floor, spread out inside your kiss, I only wanted one kiss more. how have I so been fooled, my own heart is … Read moregood byes
we spoke in german, most of the evening. after the dinner, with too much wine i vomited silently into a toilet possessing more decor than I had decorum. behind my bent form, rolling twenties Jazz spilled out of the wall. Such is a price one pays for Society. I imagined the dance of the dead, … Read moreWished for the Executioner
we never die when it’s appropriate; instead, we linger to drag it all out. instead, we drape our wings over electric heaters, and wish the rain wouldn’t bother us so. the patter, the drip and roar of spring rains, reign in the desire to desire; our wings droop, our loss reveals itself; this winter has … Read moreSpring Doom
future, Leonard Cohen what would I do? The Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound Posse Unemployment stomp; Big Bill Broonzy Dope Head Blues. Victoria Spivey History (Repeats itself) A.O.S. You Can Have It All: Yo La Tengo Vanzetti’s Letter, Woody Guthrie Vanzetti’s Rock – Woody Guthrie You Souls of Boston, Woody Guthrie Please Be Patient With Me. … Read morePlay Lists of Poetry
I want to live simply – i want the truth to be simple, uncomplicated by agenda and design. I want a dog who is happy. i want a robot who is happy. I want cops to stop shooting people.
french songs pervade the corner,a back-lit Everything machinederives a conscience from culture:the guilt of beer and sinlost the appeal to anesthetic, foisted upon the naive, the fatuously innocent.the bold wipe tearswhile the weak bloom shamesneaking hands into pocketsbetween hookah tokes.the dreaded love from whoreswon decisively over the comfortof familiar disdainuntil the sublime machinationsAddiction’s contortionscould settle … Read morelong street at six am