catching up

this roller-coaster of fear and excitement stirring the dreams from boyhood to life a spring of brilliant sunshine droplets and sudden dark spring thunderstorms see me cowering from greatness, there in the garden filled with daisies overwhelming beauty, colors i could not dream not if i’d slept for the next 10 million heart beats this … Read morecatching up

I want

I want it all,                         and why shouldn’t i?                         it is so sublime,                         only the insane would refuse. I want you!                         on a sunday afternoon,                         lazy in sunbeams                         while desert dunes whip. And when I go,                         I want you, bittersweet                         in empty sheets                         your voice still pure in my mind. We’ll sing on bridges                         to worlds … Read moreI want

Untitled

it was all so innocent … late nights, under the misty rain, lit by the grins of leering pervert street-lamps; and now, it is the angry stench of death in the morning, rotting from hurts unhealed, from wounds filled with salt, that rapes, with such glee, that long ago innocence. a fan of history would … Read moreUntitled

loving tragedy

allow me to humiliate myself;it is ultimately strength,though it appears to bea long wrought torture:car crash,bus crash,train crash,cruise ship crash,parachute that doesn’t open,lips that don’t kiss,fires at a school,mass murders,targeted assassinations,cities destroyed in earthquakes,bombs falling on unsuspecting children,hands that don’t hold,mountains that slide away,melting antarctic ice shelf,the slaughter of nature:a body un-caressable.i can not helpbut … Read moreloving tragedy

On Losing

god damn universe, fate, destiny and all that shit!god damn it all into oblivion, into a trajectory that misses every heart.the cold death of frozen lips,stared at while they turned blue.We blame it on needles and things that steal your soulbut a career isn’t as spectacular a death as the needle,and still less than lying … Read moreOn Losing

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