Monday, October 5, 2009

Murphy

I can answer my own questions till my brain hurts - I could draw analogies to brick walls and pounding reds and sandpaper tongues, but you get my drift.
I have world-to-explode-in-your-face scenarios lined up in neat, pedantic rows adrift all that in my head, just bursting to happen and
I've surrounded my life around you, and I think it's time to stop, and so do you. I can answer my own questions and it is fucking with me.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

How long will it be this time, love?

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Anything short of.

I'd say I care too deeply, far too much, actually, but I doubt that would mean anything to you. You place me up against par, comparing, watching, silently biding time seeing how I fall short. Always. Well, you should still know, the last time was a mistake, and that I care, I care, I care, and I'm here, always. We're fucking immaculate.

Saturday, December 20, 2008


This screams 'erase this space' .

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?

He says,

'You promise a great show, a great one, and I'm falling

'You could be moonshine, you smell just like strawberry fields, and you are scrumptious, so I can just cut you up, cut you to the bone, see it all dissolve around you

'Your arms are always wide open, and you're warm, so vulnerable, and so foolish

'You promise a great show, and you can be elevated, put up on that pedestal as a great replacement

--
She says,

'You draw comparisons and ask me to choose, to choose, and I cannot think, because you will not speak enough, just enough to cloud my judgment, never enough

'I never wished to speak, never to promise, for fear I would speak too much, and you will not stand it, but you violate our code, and jump the borders -

'The moon sinks so low, oh-so-low it breaks my heart, because it's so surreptitious and you do nothing to stop it

'His whisper taints my judgment, and you can no longer twist it, in your ungodly manner, not that you have reserved even that for me

'They always undermine heartfelt confessions, and you're no different

'You let me fall and slide into disintegration, and I can see it all dissolve around me, while she falls around you

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Fixate

Peter-out, you, peter-out.
Your relentless rain-tirade
Cripples me, and I am soaked
My prison of misery, you cannot wash away.
Eyes peeled-open, eroded, gaping holes
Watch the shimmering tide of bullets
Pierce through her soul, their brains.
Watch them stripped, boiling souls
Reduced, ah look down upon them!
Devoid of their dreams and scrubbed
Pure, finally, in your condemning eyes.
Come! It is Your spectacle,
Watch it explode, and
Careen out of proportions.