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she leaned in the wind to consort with the trees; trod blind foot on moss-bitten rock the hymn of...

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 06:15:42 -0400

she leaned in the wind to consort with the trees;
trod blind foot on moss-bitten rock

the hymn of death thrummed through her body
‘til the thrill of it bloomed bright flames on her cheek

i am a liar, in all ways every breath is a lie the twinkle in my eye that only you seem to be able...

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 06:06:53 -0400

i am
a liar, in all ways

every breath is a
lie

the twinkle in my eye that
only you seem
to be able to find
is
a lie

the fall and rise in my voice
as i screamed for

MO-THER

was a lie;

a lie, a lie, a lie.

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Sun, 07 Aug 2011 05:52:11 -0400

in the sickly glut of dawn’s first lightyou wept to see me so, adorned, with collar and christ...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 04:55:00 -0400

in the sickly glut of dawn’s first light
you wept to see me so, adorned,
with collar and christ and newfound respect
from the eyes of the villagers,
who watched me genuflect

Strong are my hands, which hold you up, For in them run the blood of many, Who loved, as I...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 04:42:00 -0400

Strong are my hands, which hold you up,
For in them run the blood of many,
Who loved, as I love…

Those hundreds of thousands of millions

birdie

Tue, 07 Dec 2010 23:19:00 -0500

stuck my nose into his fluffy
acrid-sweet baby-feathered head;

inhaled to burn him straight
into my brain.

I write poems on my thighs to memorize.

Sat, 27 Nov 2010 18:33:00 -0500

I write poems on my thighs
to memorize.

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Wed, 17 Nov 2010 01:16:54 -0500

what is the point of a body? she kills me so.

Wed, 17 Nov 2010 01:09:40 -0500

what is the point of a body?
she kills me so.

(via oldhollywood)

Wed, 17 Nov 2010 01:06:57 -0500

(via oldhollywood)

Wed, 17 Nov 2010 01:05:00 -0500

i want to find the true wood that which speaks to me and of me to the surrounding skies and battered...

Sun, 14 Nov 2010 20:24:00 -0500

i want to find the true wood
that which speaks to me
and of me
to the surrounding skies
and battered ground

where the feathered light
is run aground
on tombed buds
waiting to rise again

oh but that i could find that place
so i might finally lay my weary body
down to sleep

i was 7 years old.

Fri, 12 Nov 2010 00:00:39 -0500

i was 7 years old.

here's a love letter

Thu, 11 Nov 2010 23:03:00 -0500

if i plunged my teeth into an apple
and you breathed in deep
we could be sharing
the joy of this
one apple

IV

Wed, 10 Nov 2010 00:01:00 -0500

neglect the fleeting footfall of the hind

III

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 23:59:00 -0500

inhale the hoary cries of the peak

II

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 23:58:00 -0500

i shall swallow the moon

I

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 23:55:00 -0500

i want to eat the sun

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Sun, 31 Oct 2010 19:05:47 -0400

my dreams are dancing like cars in earthquake

Sun, 31 Oct 2010 15:10:00 -0400

my dreams are dancing like cars in earthquake