i don't eat. i live off of dead dreams. sloppy wet dripping a blue dark as midnight rainstorms passing through a starless sky moonlight peaking through presenting a cream beacon kissing slick surfaces soaking into ivory bones- a prism reconstructs white light -divide-multiply-replicate birthing new blood - placentaless mitochondria - creating new energies - moments cascading into points of complacency, beyond jeopardy in a centrifuge spinning off kilter separating densities a muddy stratifica...

. . . I'm not happy with anyone . . . some days I feel that's all I am, a depressive mass of personnel history afterthought, There was also confusing hope with denial in 2004 There is not future but forward. Between Honesty and Truth Tears are just recycled into the drinking water. Have I lost you? Are you sand? My wrists are parted lips, and slippery like a cunt. there are some things I should forget "So close to dying that I can finally start living" . . . maybe I shouldn't care after all ....

I can still taste you in the back of my throat. Something salty like my tears and post nasal drip. The truth is every city has its secrets, and they lie in the silence of the moments in between the each note in the urban hum each city knows. Solitary sounds thrust through tympani skins to find a crevice of pink thought. Divorce is a force of nature. The last train ride was a damn broken by the momentum of leaving our life in a subway tunnel after a cab ride marriage. sometimes, these times, w...

Bitter is the color that I stain my lips with. A filter for my every word of love. I never thought birthday wishes had a shelf life. Misery, company in a wish and over cake. There must be more than this. Twenty three with a crone disposition. My heart moved from red to black to read perhaps back? Back when I fell out of myself. here it is, the distance, it's as obvious as the atlantic ocean or the california horizon. how did we move past this? it is really possible for him to have someone new...

Fall is here. She sulked in last night like a piece of wet, damn clothing leaking the cold into your skin. If you are visiting the area bring some thing to cover your body, I can only do so much. I listen to Etta James and think of you. Every day at work I play her and remember. Cities always keep their secrets, and the yarn of my tongue is wound tight. When I kiss you again I will unravel. It will be a journey through undercurrents and unaccessible jewels. A subway trip of covert desires. My...

Some words strike your heart like a hammer to an anvil with no metal inbetween. With the clash, the only thing we can understand is the tremendous ear pain. A striking red feeling hitting our brain just the same. We both know this is between us, some horrible sound we can't help but make. At these times I beleive that I am a creature of misery with no real happiness to give or share. Sanguine and bitter like a forlorn faery queen leading souls off the path to a beautiful death. Everything I t...

Eden, a foreign garden, is spelled solitude Doubt, a visiting Angel, a forgotten Purpose a question: Other - Beyond - Self You work at the temple of artifice Looking in between faces The world is full of accidental symbolism In reflection become a stranger to face Angel Lips writing release Carrying memory in shadow, haunting skin Moments past like boulders in an avalanche Naked and full of another writing motions on skin Branding Iron Lips Pressing Youth into Scars The promised Land given in...

As I get further into my failure Seppuku looks more tasty, making my mouth water. Is my salivating for the blade or California? I've heard stories about it, cutting your entrails with words, he does, he keeps them on file. Could I smash my computer and then run wilde into the woods of Mexico? Does Mexico even have woods? I've been in New England too long, I've forgotten my geography. College has a way of stripping your memory, leaving us like Bastian in "The Never Ending Story II". I'll trade...

Dave was slipping away, so was randall, and Jason. What can I say besides "My kiss is the kiss of death". People's lives seem to get on track after they kiss me and such, by such I mean break my heart. So if you want your life to be better make out with me! What type of element am I that I am so escapable? I didn't want to reflect on this. So I don't know what to say. To help or whatever. I'm worried without fear. I've never seen anyone end the potential in their life. The death of hope? I've...

I could be no different, I will always cry when it happens. My eyes are tributaries to the rivers of over and forgotten. Through parched lands lush with the memory of what was, what will not be again. The future is contingent on water, what was, and where it will go. "Don't cry, we need more potable water; tears are not potable water". Wanter is integral to the making of such a poignant elixir. Scream about the enemies for me, again, scream about their chimerical danger. But I keep a reservoi...