string theory November 15, 2009
Hiii. coo
dolce my vita
gentle drinks- Russian/espresso
play time in dark park
say hi how are you
in disco smoke and mirrors
where there is a blair
no more miss nice girl
must wait for fog to blossom
wears heart on wrong sleeve
reminded me why i lied
Brighton beach voodoo ladies
life is a prop box
inhale hot vodka
don’t just do something, stand there
counting calories
babylove Jupiter
sometimes i sleep tight
but not without you
Admonish the Future August 4, 2009
the days are gone
now there are no rules
those powers are vanished
those pleasures are dead
the weakest survive
and the world continues
All glory is tarnished
the soul, stripped of its flesh
knows nothing of sweetness or sour,
feels no pain.
is fate stronger than hate?
Squeeze Me Tighter
as we fall like pieces of the
Berlin wall onto
leather sofa cushions. Then
you kiss me as if we
are under the slide
on a playground and
nobody is watching.
When those prickly
stubs of hair on your chin
touch the milky skin
of my body, I will respond with
goosebumps that scream,
“I want you so good..” but to us
it sounds more like two hearts beating
in over drive. And as you move your hands
over my torso like tectonic plates, I realize
those fireflies in your eyes mean
we exist in this world
and the sensation occurring
between us is
seriously electric.
poesy April 27, 2009
he knew her like long Fridays
wide freckled face & small square eyes
a sandy girl, dirty somehow
seaweed near rollover
beetles silver in the moon.
she lisps,”Do you love me?”
do not disturb April 19, 2009
got no boundaries
and no limits
if there’s excitement
put it in me.
if it’s against the law,
arrest me,
if you can handle it
undress me.
alone in body,
hold to fire-
not hot enough
to give a care.
a little something… February 1, 2009
i nestled to
his edges
his doubling breaths
we hunger many things
swimmingly
springtime
dove January 4, 2009
it’s a shocking bird
singing rock opera
straight through a
stained glass window
on those cold sundays
you’ll never remember to
forget. no lack of
crayons on the
fourth pews floorboards.
now, the ladies still
sing and their men hum
hymns like steam trains,
but harder; big hats shift
with praise.
