walking through/greenes surrounding senses
immersed in longing of long-time gone since
lumbering hulks staggered over/or/else fade
away in depths of time—a frond only
bearing testament to a mighty past.
scaly bark betrays final hiding places
from ooze to swim to walk to fly to root;
in passionless rut we kill our elders
no more a tear than a bit of moisture
held in place […]
Archive for October, 2005
walking through/greenes surrounding sense
Published October 27th, 2005 in create.ive.writing. 0 Commentstucking in a longing vessel o of carv
ed wood and scripted of clean lines to
hold two souls or/bodies slightly sun
baked as they lay with legs entwined a
distance held at bay in narrow quarters of
the rivers transient float. heads peek o,er
sides to see a wood primevil as a human
heart,and twin-orbs shined they watch in
awe at endless […]
one was one with two who
held her hands with three but
three and four had climbed the
highest hill and there found five
whose legs entwined with six.
if sixes sex with three
hurt four she never wept
but hair held firm by five
she bowed in bliss undreamt.
and six and five in drunk
en night found newfound ope
en ness as anger bled
to […]
beating.palms.against.the.snow.i.hope.to.find
Published October 8th, 2005 in create.ive.writing. 0 Commentsbeating palms against the snow i hope to find
a hope that opens up against all hope
or at least to dream a lie inside my mind
and sleep a spell (what future may be tripe
tse through sickle meadows ripe with nectar
prayers unwhispered from cracked lips) perchance to—
see my fear dancing in your eyes so far
from finish or […]
obscene lone
liness
one
less than
two is one
is not
e-
nough two
get us through
the night
i
long four
you for two
to hold
me
in arms
that reach (can
any
one
feel my
pulse) out past
all shiv
ers
untold
longing lust
just want
you
for two
and illa
jita
mate
desire.
come&get
it babe
y.
rounding moon shine down o
ver me as sip and(sip)
a splash of freshly cut
or emeraldlikelight
darts through otherwisely
bleachy blondly lockies
tender as fresh tendons
the gaze that seeks me(out)
haunts my eyes through the night
mere hopeful dreamings for
shadows sulking in core
ners of passion streaked hall
where birds fly like wishes.
snap. (again the linger—
touch me plase) gone go thee
sweat bleeds away as cool embraces flesh
of newborn young held in a pool of dream
that labels soul for always life does catch
in sought to search to find what can does mean
eyes open to the whites and look around
in crisp bathe water held by hand so firm
with humming silence overwhelm a sound
as flail and grasp kick […]
a coolent spanse of pitch heating burn
in summer sky/through lily valley
tearing-up the roots of screaming trees
and is and yous and theys and mes.
viral inculcation speaks wonders of–
newness shinier dikes fight back the real.
this game is rigged though, for never enough
in pocket,on desk,or in empty Heart.
two orbs open-like birdlings testing flight
tasting what might be new day […]
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