Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Pages on Cages


walking nimbly wishing quietly hoping secretly secretly hopeful
she walked like the wind might act if it had as much confidence
she dreamed as if the universe lay around in her in a complete lack of definition
"ask me what i think of you" she dared the planets
"dare me to do as i may" she coaxed the stars
rivers of strength like blood in her veins courses the purity of her indignation
unstoppable, unquestionable, fallible only by her own desire
limitless, uninhibited passion like infinity
stemming from the depths of a heart like an ocean
she only looks at you when she sees through you
translucent souls we surround her like planets in a universe
an ornately decorated garden of lust and love and need
the long lists of poor souls devoured by her amorous residual glow
casualties of a nameless beauty we only wish we could know
a desert sky of a smile
a life flashing before your eyes of a kiss
what anybody would give to not miss
summertime sunset highway hearts never forget
a bird in a cage is still a wild animal
fingertips find what they look for
with the determination of a runaway
with the destination of some other day
with aspiration of some other way
she'll write your name in the sand where it all began
and forget you as simply as a wave washes it away
no telling no say no begging don't pray
goddess wrote the bible on finding a better way
then she smiled a gangster smile the kind that lasts for ages
then she rolled up and smoked every single one of those pages

*hey pretty lady nice hand bag, why the pursed lips?

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Fictitiously Vicious


i could write a book, an autobiography of a crook, cabin by a brook, one too many a good look. make the characters brave and the antagonist better, wrap it all up with an equation to forget her.

we give ourselves a narrative a fictitiously vicious comparative, relentless at heart and snotty by nature. sand over the roughest spots and hide every blemish if every element of expression embodied the creative would there be such a distance between ourselves and our ideals that no make believe bridge could breach it?

its a filthy world to begin with, not a favourite of settings, most definitely conducive to the habit of forgetting. leaving behind the worst parts and hoping for the best, drawing up conclusions and refuting the rest.

but i'd write about the peaceful moments, asleep on her chest, by the water or mountains, lets leave in the best. sculpt it like castles in fantasy novels and summarize the bible holy christ girl you'd make jesus grovel.
would you write about the characters that ran across a desert for you? would the desert be the living room and the coffee table a mountain? embellish everything, sweet tea cup you fountain.

sunsets so brite turn midnights to mornings, turn every second of my life into a morning, and every inch of my visual field into blankets. and every feeling in my heart into room service and every tear in my eye into bacon bits.
every day the same again, more soft light eyes more summer skin, more countless hours inside someone else, more infinite moments in a complete lack of self. expectations abound in leu of sound, like silent needs, fictitiously vicious silent needs

Friday, March 07, 2014


your heart is a time bomb my love's an american express card. this world is a pool hall my head is a que ball. fact is mythology dreams are misogyny. looking each other up and down with sheer terror is a college degree. music is noise, sound is clatter, interests don't peak, mountains get flatter. darkness is peaceful and comfort is void, inspiration is ruin and commitment - paranoid. happiness is shallow and nothing runs deep like the river of regrets now swallowing your feet, so hurry and pray to a god that never existed, for a chance to go back to that moment resisted, that second you should have just done without thinking, before you found out this pirate ship's sinking, but down to the bottom with crooks and the liars where nothing could drown out the sound of the fires - chocolate impostors, shallow marshmallows, graham cracker thin shells just som'whores in the hallows.