eclipse

the world fades
as the moon slowly passes
over your soft lips

i choke
on my perfect day

the jewel

in the silent vapor of my breath
gossamer snow fell between the pines

A strange rubber ball appeared out of the nothingness.
"Put yourself in the ball," a voice said.
I did as it asked, "Allright?"
"Now, throw it!" the voice replied.

tool becomes enemy
clay soldiers march

leaflets of propaganda

drape the dead city

the chemotherapy that kills cities is itself a cancer

momentary embalming

the time between shots
is full of tremors

fixation

this canon is only broken in one direction

on opposite day
all we desire
gets pushed away

two bites

pulling back the gauze,
"that's gonna leave a scar", she says.

the pulse of life
that throbs in my throat
makes it easy to choke

I'll take this love potion
on the rocks

in these weeks of pain
the tight curves of her body [now lost]
were my only refuge

I bury myself in you.
I drop the shovel
lay down by the headstone.

brilliant light
casts a darker shadow

writing good
makes writing bad

LHC

scientists were horrified
at the creation of tiny black holes
until they discovered they could be tapped
as a source of limitless energy

I choke at her lips
my throat is corrupt
from inhaling blood

the wild horse
will not fuck
the scarred boar

Can it hurt to tell the truth?
Hanging blackness and voices in the light-sockets say it will.

the child’s mind splits
into high and low
big and little

and eventually forgets
the uniform blur
where the heart formed

vampires are normal people
with black holes in their chest

two hangovers

a bottle of wine,
a day of longing

crush

my stone heart burdens you
[weight without light]
a good place for a bad idea
[coming over you like a cloud]

graffiti on a stone wall

'keep looking'

sandbox

I want to play in the dirt
I bury my face in the sand
We both gasp for breath

ragged clothes
torn by dogs
knots of twisting fabric
unraveled

random sayings from the mothership

*walls give us something to lean on.
*it’s dark inside the monkey’s paw.
*work without play is slavery.
*the marionettes of our ancestors still dance beautifully.
*without sunglasses, I walk in the shade.

lost the clouds
that cross the moon

only white
if we notice

the dark box
sealed by two
is opened by one

orbiting saturn

beneath its frozen surface
maybe buried oceans
will contain life

september

I miss horribly
the girl that never was
and count the moments
it takes for her never to return

black box

against the chalk white walls
it waits

full of cancer
and apple blossoms

after a long day full of work
I walked past a lot, vacant and overgrown
full of tall grass and wildflowers

my mop and broom are useless here

I've decided to break up with myself
it's not working out
and I'd like to see other people

birthday

the candles are lit
and then blown out
in between the breath
and sometimes kindness

old songs

I've never heard a song before
or had a kiss or first step

I choke on the blocks
of this erupting world

to distracted to notice
a dark song of bloodletting
a leech with two mouths
one for excretion
and the other for clinging

"don't be evil."

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