July 23, 2009

And I was running fever dreams,
my forehead running high.
Greens and reds and voices and purples and drifting conversations.
smooth dry like driftwood, smother my skin.
apple juice


feathers and fetters

July 22, 2009

Launched, like a thousand stars
crystalline patterns shattered across the sky,
and my eyes see blood on the ground.

Shake the bottle, the water
becomes solid- such a

Spherical shepherds,
their tantric testimony,
columns of sheep- the purest white.