Wednesday, November 30, 2011

glad I got to see you

Without the space, there’d be no
echo, no room for reverberation of
the heartbeat.  
Separation fosters
longing, and longing lengthens like
our shadows towering into dusk
until they touch.

Monday, November 28, 2011

comfort

And we can sit up until the candles die, suck on hard candies and count imaginary stars (I’m sorry we can’t see any from here), and you will bring your ghost camera and take pictures of our shoes lined up next to eachother to remind me that we lived just now- what we did was Be Here. You’ve made my teeth show and my cheeks scrunch up in that crinkling smile I think you asked for. It feels better, comfortable here against your back. You know there are people, strangers sometimes, I see walking around and I want to bring them close to me and and tell them over and over again how perfect they are.

Your Words

I like your words. The way they curl like cigarette smoke and insinuate themselves as I breathe, or how they smolder like adolescent coals in restless darkness, or the way they drown out all the other discord, all the uproar and fanfare in my heart, until I’m rendered sated and slick, a charred piece of toast, or the last drag of a cigarette.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Home

Serpentine swirls
billowing beneath
my will
stretched past forgeting,
forgiving allowances
made for each
confused wave,
each glance at the void,
each simpering truth
that wouldn’t be gilded.
We wished for more
than drifting bliss
we pined for
connection,
collisions that
might leave us bloody
in our dissonance.
Friction is welcome,
exquisite scarlet scraped
into understanding.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

analogy

writing is like
fucking
i want to do it
all the time
it gets you to a
place
away
from 
people talking about their
successes and failures,
away from
crowded places,
pestering thoughts,
repeating yourself,
or whatever makes your
stomach hurt for no
logical reason
it gets you up there
with whoever’s running
the show
i guess
its kind of like
drinking
too

Precision

ever the architect
he measures the vellum between my vertebrae,

and draws comfort from his calculations.