Go back to summer days
With breadcrumbs on your dress
And angry geese and beer and ticks
Amid the heat and hate
Of men creating fame and money
I water flowers on the windowsill
Submerged in city
And the bark of dogs and people
My chest is bare because of heat. Is yours?
June 30, 2010
June 27, 2010
No title
She chastised me for metaphors
And offered her body as proof
Amid heat and jackhammer noise
Who was the puppet this time
On strings made of come
And bitemark dials on skin
We lost momentum quickly
Our diaries written in silence
You the artist; me the slut
And offered her body as proof
Amid heat and jackhammer noise
Who was the puppet this time
On strings made of come
And bitemark dials on skin
We lost momentum quickly
Our diaries written in silence
You the artist; me the slut
June 24, 2010
Maria sang
Maria sang
About true beginnings
Her hair was stripy with sweat
Coming back
Calling out from the haze
Where longing is fueled by cheap wine
You are late
And so am I again
These moments never truly happen
About true beginnings
Her hair was stripy with sweat
Coming back
Calling out from the haze
Where longing is fueled by cheap wine
You are late
And so am I again
These moments never truly happen
June 22, 2010
We were always out on Tuesdays
We were always out on Tuesdays
We fled from the glare
And our waters never broke
We never hesitated to lose the moment
We rode in on elephants at sunset
And conquered both sunlight and flesh
Nothing was coupled with anything
Our swansong was gossamer
But our fists were clenched
We fled from the glare
And our waters never broke
We never hesitated to lose the moment
We rode in on elephants at sunset
And conquered both sunlight and flesh
Nothing was coupled with anything
Our swansong was gossamer
But our fists were clenched
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