April 30, 2005

Words rambling around in the head of the insane. Something isn’t (w)ri(gh)t her(e).
pen to ink to paper to mind to lips to ear. whisper that secret out, little girl.
It’s always the wind, who you’re talking to (?)
I’m not really understanding
all this static
that seems to come from your eyes your mouth your simple one finger wave

undulate your toung and
form
some
simple words.

She walked up the staircase, the oration was finished. smoothing over the smothering sheets, smelling of smouldering skin. slipping through the endless everwhere, echoing erradicated irridescence. find the lost, her journal said.

pen to ink to paper to mind to lips to ear. Whisper that secret out, little girl.

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April 16, 2005

speak.
not breathing back,
kicked with open eyes,
butterfly kiss.

scream.
twisted wrist red,
bloodied eyes,
affectionate teeth marks.

these are things she dreams of, slumber softly. tread like trekking trailblazers through twisting tracks, trip up and fall down, spiral through and through.
spit out your broken teeth and swallow down the blood.
suck in your stomach and stick out your chest.
it’s
called
pride.

sucker punch, sucker love, sucker life. pucker up and take the blow, sit back and eat up the crumbs. charming crags of thought, bolting through the spine.

sleep on your hand, listen to the heart beat.
because there’s nothing else to do.
and there’s everything else to lose.

April 10, 2005

there were no answers no answers no answers no answers
there were no answers no answers to the questions.
there was no one no one no one no one
there was no one no one to fucking understand.
there was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
there was nothing, nothing at all to keep going.

What’s an end? an end an end.
what was an end, an end to all this confusion.
where was the door, the door, the door,
where was the door, the door that would let her out.
but it is locked, it is locked, it is locked, it is locked,
but it is locked, it is locked and you’re fucking stuck here.

Her thoughts, they echoed, they echoed they echoed, the echoed,
her thoughts they echoed, they echoed such unpleasantly.
acidic emotions burned and tore, burned and tore, burned and tore,
acidic emotions burned and tore, burned and tore away.
such an entrapment, an entrapment, an entrapment, an entrapment,
such and entrapment, an entrapment to encase your fucking mind

April 9, 2005

yesterday seemed an oblivious million years behind.
crutches and stems of dead flowers.
glass skin, pricked, weeping.

this is the last day on earth

slip off and into the unknown beyond
senses singing silently into a solemn summit.
fan your words over worken women, men, children.
railroads and street cars.
put your hands on the rails and wait for the passing.

The time will come.