December 2010
11 posts
You Are the Blood
push hands into portmouth, I’ve used these hands to first build a boat to catch you, and haul you far away on a salty swell of liquid. I’ve been through this, even lost sense of direction&touch. I still hear an echo. I remember the sound of skin split as you hit the pavement. We were both running to the cinema, engorged with love & hearts pumping extra, so you lost a lot...
Turned.
Of two minds, and sound body; who knew Schrödinger spoke dissuasion. The cold hits your skin as you turn away, texture raised to meet gentler persuasion. This duality, we two, part lips and my tongue in you. Your back turned, your backhand deserved, pushed me right back on through. Again, thinking of one, gaze far away, lost here again looking at two. Afraid of loss, we won’t even start,...
seaofwaves- asked: i follow a lot of people, and one of those people is you! and i am so glad i do! i hope you have a happy christmas if you celebrate it, and if you don't I just hope you have a great day with all the people that you love. <3
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Application For A Driving License
Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I am a good driver, nothing shocks me. Michael Ondaatje
Waiting.
Did you see me there? I was waiting, thick as a book & never got past page six of you. Dizzy. Cross-eyed, cross-stitch to mend invisible tear in the fabric of handshakes. Would we ever, or will we never. It’s the time. 24 lunes and only two exist here. Perpetual twist of hands. We are cat and mouse-ing the morning. I yawn until my eyes wet; catch breath; sifting photos - frantic to...
Agreement.
“Here the men all walk like pigeons And the women all talk loud. Skin’s a coin of the kingdom, Everybody’s lonesome…” The first words to come to mind, and I feel as if everbody’s on to me. They can see through walls, nests, lairs, as we roost where we find refuge. ”Geography is irrelevant”, when your instinct always knows where home is and no...
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Science of Rowing
Come around, dark passenger. Settle in to breeze and lean, but don’t close your eyes. We’ve a mountain to climb. A sea-bird sigh. I tap my feet and ‘Why?’ Reflection over edge, pupils like lead. Piranha much, feed tendon and leave bone. On the inside of you, somewhere, is home. I will be flux, to attach, if you will torch. With a little luck, a pheonix hatch&scorch blue...
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Downstream
I will run through you like water; I will run ‘til I am silt. ‘til I dissolve into your bloodstream. I will massage the insides of your veins, decorate your vericose walls with beautiful things. Float along until a toothgnash punctures my float. I wave my arms frequently @ passing boats, but I’m coughing now.
Given you up like I gave up walking. Dry throat talks parrot. Your...
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Rudiments
“It’s cold in here.” “It always is, isn’t it?”
a future engine hums as mammoth breath. a roll of thunder, lung drumming and loose mucus. the smell of jet fuel-stained hairstrand inhaled by men. will wait ages for paradise. tapping feet and fingernails on wood - a paradiddle, buzz roll, rudiments I learned in drum practice. want salt-spray in my eye & wave...
dosomethingprettywhileyoucan asked: Why you gotta be so awesome?