Friday, November 30, 2007

cutting onions

you just took a knife and dragged it through my heart
slow-motion, like an old black & white movie
now i'm so numb, there are no tears.
slow-motion pain

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

notes

when i wear these stilettos you can see the tiny bird-like bones in my feet

paperwork, it never ends
like a horizon

its snowing
right now
and windy. a white breeze

these shoes are not practical in the snow.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Being Healthy // Metallic and Lovely

Being Healthy

A.
Haunting me always
Sick desire to be perfect.
Cheek to cheek lover:

B.
Skin, electric touch
Sweeping hair, gently away
from Glowing faces.

C.
Pounding harsh pavement
Hurts like Hell (in a good way).
Wait for vibrations

D.
Eating normally,
Three healthy squared meals a day
Because I might Love:

E.
Lips are red and chapped
Come now, kiss them tenderly
You, my newest friend.

Metallic and Lovely

Oh when my heart Beats.
Perhaps I am a Vampire.
She who knows not Blood.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

i forgot to mention...

B B fucking C
what about A?
for all the other things we forgot to mention?
i am tired of reading about UN envoys and drug wars
rape in refugee camps
celebrities gone wild
bird flu
my dead grandmother's Alzheimer's
and what to do to prevent it in myself
and how to remember instead of forget
of studying HIV-1 and HIV-2 and AIDS
and realizing that there really can never be a cure
and all the rest of those African infectious diseases
(times 3)
and being frustrated at how easily malaria can be prevented
but how mostly we choose not to do a damn thing about it
one day, maybe it will all just become too much for the earth's core to hold up and we'll all just drown when the rock we destroy implodes
constant killing in the DRC
D is for death
middle east, don't even know what to say
Kingdom Come, revelations to the Sudanese
of India's supercomputer races
of eating disorders and american gangsterism
of pesticides
and why i should eat chocolate when i know better
because it will just make me fat
of acid rain
of plastic surgery and climate change
of kanye versus 50.
google became a verb,
i think i'll go watch tv.

like olden times

what ever happened to the olden days?
to leadened sketches
romance on paper
to Audrey Hepburn's old soul accented words
that classy black and white silhouetted dream

a dream i had last night (but in colour)
i was in bed with a non-stranger, and the sky and
all its stars were overhead
more than a dark ceiling
instead, friendly shadows
filtered through moonlight
from afar.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

this was accidental
this fall into a non-direction
i thought that moving would make things more obvious
but i torture myself and shiver
because i don't believe in god. not one damn bit.
we're just faithless chess pieces praying
and playing with ourselves
i miss her, memories are like a forgotten time capsule
i am absent of him, dreams taped into a dark box

things i saw
they broke my heart more deeply than any lover could
and there is not a thing to do
no response, no prayers, no god to talk to
no way to explain my visions
or the terror that stares at me like an un-moving glass eye
no way to starve it away
the exhausted fear that there is nothing to do
and that everything up until now has just been an accident