Monday, January 30, 2006

poesie

i sometimes think about how you touched my hands
they were cold yours were warm
thawing

we need what is taken

in time
which is abstract

you have found happiness

write your songs
sing them
and be

Sunday, January 22, 2006

spider elephant

tattoo my wrist.

tie my hands back.

take a drag from my cigarette.
touch my fingers.
its not enough.

"you only live once"
i will listen every day.

mould my heart.
plaster pieces of white gold together with white glue.
don't pretend its perfect.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

sleepless

writing poems on post-it notes
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(count the lines
first 1,
then 1 and 2 for 3)

the sickness of first love
a decaying pleasure in the gut

the sleepiest eyes

(a spoonful
cut it down to size
with the edge of a dull knife)

he is beautifully drawn

Saturday, January 14, 2006

confidence

i've gone further than i ever thought i would
daring to travel
to a danger unaware; harmless in its outcome
a wonder drug
it does work
and i become who i should be
who i want to be
radiant
alive
sought after, catch me because you can
i am slow
wonderful and slow
quickly deceitful
but wonderfully slow
i swivel my hips (moving through the thickness) for you.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

complemetary

back to breaking the bank
breaking my lungs
breaking my long sleeps into halves
breaking promises
breaking my own heart.

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[wasted] poets... out there.
is your drunk poetry better than the rest?
(this was not a drunk poem)

Monday, January 02, 2006

the alchemist/hands to sleep

4 months

i wasn't imagining it
saw your eyes in the rear
view mirror
looking back
at me
blue and curious
water pooling inside my memory
they made me cry for the want to curl myself inside of you
to touch
send a shiver through my veins
to flow with my blood through every part inside
alchemy of cold into warmth
lashes shy away when noticed
mine
and a hand on the shoulder
a lingering hug;
it was all but not enough.

in 2 months

i see my hands
handpick me
please
like an almost ripe apple
gently twist and pull
or like a beer bottle cap
pry me open
with you i only need to fall asleep
i think that then i would remember my dreams for the first time in years
a deep sleep for as long as you are asleep
the longest of my sleep in years
and finally restful