| Not-as-new Stuff terrorism (9/11/01) mini sight miniscule web tangled spider baby my black foreign love in a white marble figurine euphoric yet wounded his lovely garden of daffodils untouched bleach scarlet blue oxygen still aplenty still breathing still alive still dancing spinning like a child's toy in a child's cradle in a child's room full of glow-in-the-dark stars without shadow without upredictability without his blazing fire suicide disbelief september eleventh two thousand one and tears ~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday Silver Bells (9/9/01) we know satan is handcrafting some new gadget to wave in front of our faces while we sit in front of the fireplace waiting for it to snow The chills are comforting They remind me of: Christmas Jackets Eternity Lights lights not hurting my eyes not blinding me and leading me into a blanket of sand stinging my skin a blanket so thin it can do nothing to warm me nor our upsidedown world so we sit in front of the fireplace wishing and hoping that everything will just be okay just be okay ~~~~~~~~~~ Preapology (9/3/01) it�s only in this disillusionment my vessels widen my smile widens i feel like a million bucks stomping all over me hooves grinding into my abdomen so, well all, so well so don�t tell me to talk what if my jaw doesn�t feel like removing this clamp from my wrist my jugular vein of thought deaf in my right ear revel in the silence or forever hold your .piece. i know i would given the chance i know i would break the rules i would speak the silence would end and my life would finally be endangered i am so sorry (so?) ~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlet (8/29/01) If we all stood in a line Waiting to be picked off If you could stand the time and the sideglances Often iced and disenchanted If we all held hands Feeling the hope in the bloodflow I would understand you I would understand this enigma We would have nothing to ask Nothing to speak Nothing at all We are all so delicate I fear this crystal will shatter (So intricate and passionate) But it�s pink and full of tears That would wash us all away And I would feel so very alone ~~~~~~~~~~ roadkill (8/26/01) mercilessly all they leave speeding past bloody entrails and skid marks i stare disbelieving and broken glistening and torn the noise of bones cracking and laughing bigots washed away so quickly by the wind the soft fur spread across the asphalt crying the sun microwaving my skin as i lie waiting to be dragged home ~~~~~~~~~~ Reasons (8/21/01) Why: Because of your unmatched wit and charm resisted by few and far between Because of your evershy heart propelled by a fascinating communication starvation Because of your always-nonchalant attitude contrasted with a subtle (but strong) concern Because of your delicately woven form furnished with a more-than-pallatable exterior Because of your steadfast loyalty untouched by an otherwise suffocating attachment Because of the discreet impossibility Of ever having the chance to taste reciprocality ~~~~~~~~~~ dependence (8/13/01) inch by inch freedom is lost clinging and breathing rapidly trying to clutch onto all that buzzes and sways calmly without the gentle breeze that would otherwise solace this vile need ~~~~~~~~~~ Comfort (8/13/01) What happens when I go to rest my head Only to find that you have disappeared Gone off to your Sunshine and Good Novels Pretty Trees and Marine Life Lovely Girls with Long Flowing Hair? and only this remains for I have fallen and been rendered unconscious ~~~~~~~~~~ viewpoint of The miniscule (8/10/01) So well-versed in the usual Humdrum toothtapping trapped inbetween smaller and smaller and frail So well-versed in the usual Ho-hum selfdenial ~~~~~~~~~~ Hazy (8/7/01) getting lost in my own i found you a starving oasis for my starving child: crawling on all fours ready to be fed expecting to be loved and sobbing just because back to that time i go gone to get lost in my own once again a mirage ~~~~~~~~~~ The Still of His Night (8/3/01) it all goes Downhill from here ever since the stormy feast, the hayfields, the Accelerator. and your Hurt, so full, yet so beautifully shaded. impossible. and i want to march back to You again and again until the Sun rises so very far ahead. so very far. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Futures (7/31/01) and we think with the empty boxes infinite cockroaches and biology i somehow wonder if this can last if this can go so quickly so often or if it will suddenly materialize into a lovely prismatic rock bending every ray of white light that ever flies through ~~~~~~~~~~ Revelation (7/31/01) beams of light splash through the leaves so gracefully, burning my eyes, even though they are filmed with salty tears, the results of this revelation that, at some moment, this light will no longer be able to penetrate my forever-darkness ~~~~~~~~~~ ode to a wannabe grecian (7/22/01) to a wannabe grecian grape vines and all don�t think you can�t, i can�t, cannot we somehow cannot? why why why (don�t think for a second) somehow harder to say this with these black olives angels olympia this starryy-eyed ever can�t we not [contract�ion] and it takes me (take me) don�t think don�t even think and who are you to nnnot WANT this? how? why? whoM? disgusting you can just do this how how how now. You just had to let me know About the sunny vineyards And the bright blue sky ahead I was unaware; You frightened me in that good way why how how why you didn�t, can�t, won�t no now not never forever. page1 page2 index |