Wednesday, April 8, 2015


knowing space, i feel for it. the device the time. i'm awake. i'm aware. i get it. i get you, kafka.
i see you sun, i want you sun, there are so many reasons i can't be with you right now.  they are all he is asleep next to me.

it is 603am

someone in the bed is so far from me that it is a question mark from above
what does it mean as further than far

i always wondered about gates and doors and locks. how do you know you have left the wrong kind of element out?  you may have trapped it inside with you. now what

now farther

when we read space it says,
i am not
lonely but
i am alone.

  the rest was there
count distance in vertical stripes because it is 603am and

the light is
with us is

a hung mood in calibrated atmospheric pressure
they call air conditioning, do you even realize how effectively you are conditioned?
not even summer and the seats are sticking to our sins

with a movement, the second hand, single tick

the sun is behind the door. i can't stop staring at the door.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

narcissus moment

i stare at the bathtub, "you're empty," i tell it
but it is filled with water
no one

Tuesday, July 29, 2014


i am pink
bright blushing in the comforts of ruffles
but i don't want to be the pink one
surface is most important, especially when it isn't
i want to be desaturated, empty eyed, deadened rectangle
standing vertical on a tilting world
with a closet full of grey slips
that i stare at
nude eyed
while i never leave my nest
it is empty
we are emptied
and love can fill you up
it can hold you high
it can be everything
you be breathing clouds but love is the whole sky

you'll be clouds before the LED goes out
you'll be me and him and her and pink and blue and plant and sand and everything known to encyclopedic man pedantic man, discreetly tune to nature, only tuning in discreetly, for forgetting is a trick that only man gets and forgets the best, you don't need my words you know better you know better
than most can guess
i'll kiss
eye lid

closest colors to the night sky is a black fax to god it says hi-
ya whats up
did you get my last message abt wanting 2 die
srry bout that i was 2 tired
u kno?
god faxes back, "yeah i got that. weird i thought u, like, worshiped beauty or w/e.  i was kinda pissed @ U.  wtf bitch?!?  why u don't know i got some 4 u 2?  quit that thick shit."

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Thursday, October 20, 2011