Saturday, April 4, 2009
dried flowers and little sewn doves
i dreamed i was operating on my lungs. when i left the clinic i was the assistant and i picked up my jewelry from the asphalt. as i walked to the set, you followed me in your car. i refused your offer of a ride and climbed up the moss covered hill myself. surprised at seeing you once i got to the top, i rolled down the other side. it turns out it was all a prop.
what to do when bones scare you more than worms
back when i could breathe in public
you caught my eye
sucking on one end of a self rolled cigarette, what else?
that sweet smelling bag tucked back neatly in the pocket of your weathered coat
classical music intertwined with the smoke and haze
i bet you listened the whole time
your garbage bag suitcase had one small tear
and pieces of leaves were stuck in the mishmash of your jagged hair and rotten beard
the holes in my jeans let the breeze get me
but i didn't feel a thing
while i let my eyes do the examination
you caught my eye
sucking on one end of a self rolled cigarette, what else?
that sweet smelling bag tucked back neatly in the pocket of your weathered coat
classical music intertwined with the smoke and haze
i bet you listened the whole time
your garbage bag suitcase had one small tear
and pieces of leaves were stuck in the mishmash of your jagged hair and rotten beard
the holes in my jeans let the breeze get me
but i didn't feel a thing
while i let my eyes do the examination
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
this time
i remember why so clearly now
i'm not going to succumb this time around though
he may have inspired me
once
but now it's going somewhere else
i'm not going to succumb this time around though
he may have inspired me
once
but now it's going somewhere else
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
trick question
if you ever broke down
fog filled lung cavities
are they on fire
or just relaxing?
please don't pound
in my head.
i want you, do you feel the same?
is my heart so see-through
like my pinhole lens
remember ellis island
when they spread butter on bread.
separate the fruit flies
before their nap is over.
fog filled lung cavities
are they on fire
or just relaxing?
please don't pound
in my head.
i want you, do you feel the same?
is my heart so see-through
like my pinhole lens
remember ellis island
when they spread butter on bread.
separate the fruit flies
before their nap is over.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
writing while drawing compilation
parrots not carrots
pencil thin
yes'm
god is subjective
why do your nipples taste like candy; why do your veins taste like licorice
cracked bloody lips facial wounds rips and tears. all they see is lower down
wendy elliott
pontoffol pock, where are you?
ode to the faeries of yesterday and the common garden sprite
wheels grinding day and night never knowing when the cause is right never sure if this is the right way to stay on track trying do hard not to stray
burnt paper wings and no limbs to crawl away with
one size fits all
pleasehelpme
pencil thin
yes'm
god is subjective
why do your nipples taste like candy; why do your veins taste like licorice
cracked bloody lips facial wounds rips and tears. all they see is lower down
wendy elliott
pontoffol pock, where are you?
ode to the faeries of yesterday and the common garden sprite
wheels grinding day and night never knowing when the cause is right never sure if this is the right way to stay on track trying do hard not to stray
burnt paper wings and no limbs to crawl away with
one size fits all
pleasehelpme
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