fear pages flip and flip my screen
herds and herds of cars never snooze
guns in pockets here and there
a sing is still in the blue sky
love has ears
ps.44.26
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
muzzle confessions
mourning flowers blossomed
sad darkness left
coffee kissed
i tripped
the dog in my tongue
barked
the guard was gone
PS.39.1
sad darkness left
coffee kissed
i tripped
the dog in my tongue
barked
the guard was gone
PS.39.1
Monday, September 17, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
vindicate
words thick and glue spread on me like peanutbutter and jam
his lips licked the knife wet and slick
i disappeared inside my cracks
weeping Christ appeared
Ps.43.1
his lips licked the knife wet and slick
i disappeared inside my cracks
weeping Christ appeared
Ps.43.1
Thursday, September 13, 2007
striv(ing)
my tumor is ing
i like ings held in hand
i like ings that are things
i like ings in my hynms
cutting out ing didn't sting
(ps.46.10)
i like ings held in hand
i like ings that are things
i like ings in my hynms
cutting out ing didn't sting
(ps.46.10)
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Forever
count is gone
floating holes live in this white page
caressing
turn the page and it will go away
(Ps.48.14)
floating holes live in this white page
caressing
turn the page and it will go away
(Ps.48.14)
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
ought(ing)
reverse my skin
has a wrinkle that makes its way ahead
more water gallons make me smooth
that is the be of me
time can wave
speak in this text
that is next the here
the next word is here
i need to squeeze
reverse verse sits on me
was is
is was
i ought to
hear Roms.8.26
has a wrinkle that makes its way ahead
more water gallons make me smooth
that is the be of me
time can wave
speak in this text
that is next the here
the next word is here
i need to squeeze
reverse verse sits on me
was is
is was
i ought to
hear Roms.8.26
Monday, September 10, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
know calm (ps68.19)
i am a tick, fighting
piles.
seeing
screaming screens, hating rats, where dots are friends
careers are mirrors.
on random
air
a butterfly
piles.
seeing
screaming screens, hating rats, where dots are friends
careers are mirrors.
on random
air
a butterfly
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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