desert child

My spirit sounds like a woman

body moves like a man

lost inside the balance

of where I'm going /

where I am

I am where I'm going /

I am...

only when we break persona

through the molecules of steam

I'm touching the walls

floor and ceiling of the sauna...

still pages falling out

think I need a new sketchbook

think I need a new hot look

the cold lick of my luck

strip away my home

my scalp and my dome

black sand be my throne

and it's all gone with the wind...

Piss on the Piano

I stink like deer meat...

coffee cigarettes and blueberry juice

the trampling caused the paths

upon which we pause...

now meditate

my needing no longer wanting

my phalanx tooth

shimmy through

lose the noose

loose...

fresh goose neck bled...

the proof...

tongue laid to bed

what a grave

the sound of pianos has become

what a widow...

what a...

...

her death gave way

to these weighing waves

gaze I raise from palms that pray

psalms of silence

hymns hinge on haze

virus from the tentacles

I only accept

hands slack behind my back

as I grip the splitting cells

blindfold held til I turn away

only time would tell

but my love, my belle

do you remember?

we collapsed the skull

under water in light of the swell

we cut out the tongue

to cease the smell

senses fuckered

directions rudder

the base got harder

as the fins fade darker

we touch the bottom

to rise again...

death by pressure...

...my aquatic bones begin to bubble...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w1LAXNbxXY

dec. 30th '10

a glass of hennesey

whats the fuss

my skeleton hand

still strums the blunts

down tempo beats

still keep the buzz

gimme a cheaper drink

and I still be love

a case of lucky

my leather and studs

fedora pulled crooky

can't hide the punk

still I side step

like dub is sunk

got 5 on confessor

when none's enough

10 on professor

cuz he talk to much

11 on my sweater

and 12 in the glove

when I hit lucky 13

I will be the sun...

Unescaped / Undenied

First everything must recede.

then hate will tell us to fear.

silence becomes a beckoning.

our choice will not be heard.

compression of the smoke and gas.

us and the fumes

yet still with the empty.

our human lungs will flatten.

our human bodies will shrivel.

our eyes will turn to dust in our skulls.

and we will fucking die.

our souls folding inward

until they can no longer delve.

until our inside becomes the out.

we will push.

we will push.

we will push.

and fractal towards the light.

with one hand forever in the shadows.

the other prying back the lid of our third eye.

we will push.

we will push.

and fractal towards the light.

with one hand forever in the shadows.

I am unescaped / undenied /

unescaped / undenied /

unescaped / undenied /

nove 21st '10

small cat under the table cloth.

manhole shrunk.

cobblestone tracks lost.

gatherer of fibres

let the face of wind

be the pigment you draw.

slight skirt stitched by hand.

you gone not a cough wrong.

baby, sting me,

then clear out your cup.

black short wide straw.

window frames with space for the letters.

clawfoot tub filled.

rusty bottom.

inside ivory astro

span to your length

now narrow,

sow soft.

in the living room

i roll a blunt proper

for a queen like you.

by the moonlight

the splash of bath water

sounds so pure,

just knowing it's made by you.

tonight the cello sleeps.

our breath the metronome.

staccato with beat.

body shadows

lost in the dark hallways,

slender secrets kept...

...keep.