May 17, 2006

Tattoos and t-shirts,
simple scents and complicated thoughts, call me I’ll call you stop calling,
rock in the rocking chair and.
wait.
terminate the life that once said “live life lavish”
dig out and scrape out the eyes
and the ear
and
that
heart.
that could beat and breath, short breathed and half-memorized, baking
a thought into an impossible mold
throwing treasures away,
garbage mail,
a rising tide.

Where did you go?
Empty rocking chair on the porch, simple
glass of lemonade,
broken ice cubes and melted thoughts
lay placid and tepid alone
along the railing
watching for the rain, footsteps and whispered words, winding down. Destroying thought,
though there was this one way that you could walk forever down a path and never find irritation
and now.
there is only one path to walk down to find that endless satiation.
grabbing corners and edges,
we drag them across and through, watching the ruts well up with substance and life.
Heat heart hear.
horrible harassment, harranguing here. Haven heaven, have him hold her.

Where did home go?

May 1, 2006

entering the interment of entertainment,
traipsing through memories and sloughing through the thoughts we thought would never melt,
oblivion sings to us through singed thoroughways of keyholes and buttonloops, oportunity dances a finger width away, the cusp of insanity is a thimble-cup to drink,
but it will throw you through and thoroughly into thoughts that
should have never come out of your head
and to your lips
and through your eyes
and into the world.
born unto this chaotic mess that is reality,
realising that this real lie is nothing more than a truth, set in clay
and stone and bits of quartz for not entertainment but
frustrations that our simple minds
have yet to comprehend.