A Commentary on Your Life
02.02.06
I woke up today not knowing what I
Would do and what I
Wouldn�t. Turns out I
Did what I wouldn�t and
Didn�t do what I would.
Now it�s night and I�m going to sleep.
Let�s not think of tomorrow.
To Whom This May Concern
02.08.06
I have seen Perfection
And now I am satisfied.
I remember Perfection
And now I am over it.
And now I am done with it�
And now I am wanting it.
And this crying that falls
From my hands is
Bleeding Perfection.
Is burning Perfection.
Eyes feeling the frayed, watery flesh.
Purple gauze and blue sinew.
I have felt Perfection
And now
My eyes
ROLL with fatigue
My tongue drips Perfection
Underneath the veil of sweat and deceit
I mourn for Perfection
I lick the salt from between my fingers
And cry out for the pain in my head
That aches
With every
Blinking
Drop
Of Perfection�
Still
02.10.06
The dark rain stopped in midair
And the people keep walking.
They don�t notice the drops that melt their faces.
They don�t notice anyone. Not even themselves.
Only the sound of their steps.
Only the place they are going.
And the rain won�t fall� fall
It�s just frozen in midair,
Waiting to melt onto someone
Hoping to make one calm
And to make one stop in silence.
Poem 02
02.16.06
I found her third eye.
A blood-shot, golden casing
With jelly inside,
Squirming like the maggots
She painted in the sky.
Mobile and probing.
I see it.
It sees me.
A gaze that froze time.
A single instant blown apart.
The shards of which pierce my skin
And I am unreal again.