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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
montreal street fashion: The Mountain that Trembles in his Sleep.
montreal street fashion: The Mountain that Trembles in his Sleep.:
Monday, August 23, 2010
Possibly "The Best Man"
Parts of a poem i wrote the other night:
VI.
Fancy we're at a church
we can always rent a hearst
when i get her so drunk
she pukes on the whore
who killed me summer before
and now in a gown
made of crustal and brown
delighted to be escorted
how much did he pay
to have his way
and make a daughter..
VII.
The time has come
to cut the cake and the crown
girls gather down
i'll take another round
i need the liquor
to drown out the sounds
like fighting beasts
entrapped in the heat
and bury him in the sand
life out the window
with your fading libido
library only vip card in your wallet.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Bianca.
she is ready
sitting with tea in her cup
pearls in her hand
rain fighting her on the window
she is ready
sun cast low
candle lit
one last stroke of hair
she is ready
lips not smeared
dress bouncing off her tears
he far not near
she is ready
bracelets on her pillowcase
shoe spinning on the ground
bathtub already cold
she is ready.
ready to fall
ready to let him win.
ready.
she is already.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Bored in Class.
It clouded my judgement
like a suffocating fog
dancing downward
blocking you from view
bellowing my head down
eyes almost asleep
avoiding the traffic
that surrounds all around me
under a bridge
it clears away
you're sitting over there
frozen in time
a puff of smoke
in a soundless hand
legs crossed
a do not enter sign
as i move on foward
blind sheet of white
clothes pins working in the summer
wind pushing me back
a sign for another
i reach your path
cigarette left on the ground
stained red for me
a kiss for the damned.
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