Yesterday while I lived
The house was a constant ghost
The rain was falling
Yesterday
Yesterday while I lived
My eyes and breath leaked out
The monotone of clouds in a digital era
Yesterday
Yesterday while I lived
Lay hundreds of men in trophy beds
Lusting only for the simple
Yesterday
Today
Monday, February 4, 2008
Unconventional Heart
Florentino, forlorn lover
Your eyes are overcast today
Your hands outstretched for cocoa skin
And mine searching for ivory
Your heart, played for amusement
Confused naivete
Today
Remember the snow
No powerful
Enunciation
And throw it all away
The voices resound tenfold
You mustn't stop to grow old
For you'll forget her name
Let me be grace among
Myriad liaison
For I am waiting just the same
Your eyes are overcast today
Your hands outstretched for cocoa skin
And mine searching for ivory
Your heart, played for amusement
Confused naivete
Today
Remember the snow
No powerful
Enunciation
And throw it all away
The voices resound tenfold
You mustn't stop to grow old
For you'll forget her name
Let me be grace among
Myriad liaison
For I am waiting just the same
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Scarlet Lenses
Sclera
Glaring into my eyes
In the porcelain form
Of one's sky
Carving cubic splatter
Abstract, in a hip's curve
Shuddering
Ring trapped upon my
Foremost finger
As twenty years point back at me
Anatomy
Glaring into my eyes
In the porcelain form
Of one's sky
Carving cubic splatter
Abstract, in a hip's curve
Shuddering
Ring trapped upon my
Foremost finger
As twenty years point back at me
Anatomy
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Highwayman Stoic
I can’t stay
To beseech silver grace from a puddle so soon run dry
For my grief to waste rivulets and lines
Of somatoform suspicion
I still linger and long you
Expecting lamplight in your hands
Offering me remnants of true light
In young flint pools
I see knowledge
A flicker, a glow
But I seek stirring in these embers
To beseech silver grace from a puddle so soon run dry
For my grief to waste rivulets and lines
Of somatoform suspicion
I still linger and long you
Expecting lamplight in your hands
Offering me remnants of true light
In young flint pools
I see knowledge
A flicker, a glow
But I seek stirring in these embers
Allure
I spent the night
Counting the marks of the stars on my ceiling
And seeking a reference
Of the worth of our being
While I shivered
Remembering
What the leaves might have seen
Lovely amber interlopers
Hark not upon the ground
At bruised feet
Counting the marks of the stars on my ceiling
And seeking a reference
Of the worth of our being
While I shivered
Remembering
What the leaves might have seen
Lovely amber interlopers
Hark not upon the ground
At bruised feet
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Climax
The white sheet comes to call
The small
Of my back and its freckles aligned
All mismatched stars in white scrutiny
“Mmh, please,” comes your voice
Executes all the noise
That is so seldom coming from me
The voyeur arises; I shudder no longer
“Time of death- 11:03.”
The small
Of my back and its freckles aligned
All mismatched stars in white scrutiny
“Mmh, please,” comes your voice
Executes all the noise
That is so seldom coming from me
The voyeur arises; I shudder no longer
“Time of death- 11:03.”
Friday, December 14, 2007
An Allegory For Doubt
No
I won’t drown my sheets in Debauchery
Because it resides in nostalgia
In unlocked lacking logic
Because (I swear to you)
I will turn my bleary eyes to slam the door
If it exists
Because linen
Only hates the breeze
But in cases like these
Smoke works wonders
I won’t drown my sheets in Debauchery
Because it resides in nostalgia
In unlocked lacking logic
Because (I swear to you)
I will turn my bleary eyes to slam the door
If it exists
Because linen
Only hates the breeze
But in cases like these
Smoke works wonders
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