the day i was dead before you were born and i watched pay-per-view and ate barbecued corn
everyone said i was like homemade pancakes
(from scratch or the mix? the mix always the mix)
n i was like ‘naw, more like a desert island’ but they didn’t understand
their hands were all sticky with watermelon juice and i thought it was the blood of innocents so i didn’t talk much.
they were all much bigger than they needed to be and told jokes about relatives in the air force while i asked if the chicken was vegetarian (FISH)
so then i went home and you were there watching static and flies were all over your dead friend and it was all i could do to say i love you.
July 26th, 2006 at 6:58 pm
really. spooky.
July 27th, 2006 at 6:31 am
I love you and stuff, to the point of exhaustion. I am so glad that you do what you do, and then that makes me want to do what I do.
August 5th, 2006 at 1:59 pm
I love you too and all the rest of that stuff since before you were born till the day I die and probably after that too.
August 5th, 2006 at 6:33 pm
the day i was dead before you were born and i watched pay-per-view and ate barbecued corn
everyone said i was like homemade pancakes
(from scratch or the mix? the mix always the mix)
n i was like ‘naw, more like a desert island’ but they didn’t understand
their hands were all sticky with watermelon juice and i thought it was the blood of innocents so i didn’t talk much.
they were all much bigger than they needed to be and told jokes about relatives in the air force while i asked if the chicken was vegetarian (FISH)
so then i went home and you were there watching static and flies were all over your dead friend and it was all i could do to say i love you.
August 5th, 2006 at 7:45 pm
Some Kiss We Want
There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives,
The touch of spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine
Breathe into
me.
Close the language- door
andopen the love window.
The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.
August 5th, 2006 at 10:54 pm
You are like the diamond I am studying .. renewing facets of brilliant light…pure, sharp, clear vibrations.
August 6th, 2006 at 6:01 pm
get your cut throat off my knife