As you nervously chuckled behind a camera,Your mouth widening on your face, your lips pushing your cheeks to your eyes, your skin wrinkling joyfully underneath,The sky grew colder.Cold and coolly separating the spectral bands of light in the skyline.Tonight, you said, would be another night hiding behind the distance that buzzes alight on telephone wires,Your [...]
Category: Thoughts
White Lines
In shadows or in skin, he felt he had hungered the gaze of the sea. At bay, midnight, the day lost the sun to the night. He mourned, bare chested, with the cold wind clawing at his shoulders, his heart expanding underneath, eyes level to the fading horizon. People soared thru the limestone cliffs, splashing [...]
Gawk Back
"I feel that I've lived in a lonely shadow that has echoed across my thrills, resounding and reverberating to a zero whenever it wished. There's been laughter, nights that grew faster, days that have clung on till my haircuts, and I'm headed a way that leads me to more. Sadness is fastened to my mind, [...]
High Noon
He carried thru the day shuffling vigilant eyes thru the center stage of the sky where the sun wiggles in between the tip of clouds to set and end the day. The traffic unzipped on the road and paved way, so he could drag his bones in their pulsating skin to his destination. He studied [...]
Fever Toast
The water broke in past the walls, And smashed onto the table tops, drowning flowers and shattering vases, And as your eyes hid behind your parted fingers, curling into the corners of your couch, Fetal and grey, lonely with static sounds in your flooded ear. The matchboxes descended from atop the fridge,And the calendars hanging [...]
Time to go Home
The sadness sets in stone,and in pebbled flings of hands, ripples the water. My gaze meets each inch and and travels upward the sky, where the clouds are melting and gurgling like white lightning, and coming mistily down to screen the darkness. It's draped in white. And my exploration trembles behind, arms begin spacing, knees [...]
Sleep
Off the western edge of his bed, there were boxes of broken light bulbs, and tapes binding teary fronts of books. And burnt pages were settled snugly into the air particles that scattered at the beat of a hand. Face in, and tongue out, he hollowed the vessels in his eyes to be a screen [...]
