The thunder sounds like another voice
Yelling at me.
August 21, 2010
August 18, 2010
August 8, 2010
Palingenesis
Jane put her suitcase under the bed.
The Gardenia Dress was still too big.
Her walls were still purple.
The lavinder cat purred,
and Jane addressed him solemnly:
"It is not time for the palingenesis yet, Demiurgus."
The Gardenia Dress was still too big.
Her walls were still purple.
The lavinder cat purred,
and Jane addressed him solemnly:
"It is not time for the palingenesis yet, Demiurgus."
July 31, 2010
July 19, 2010
Connect The Dots
My body is a connect-the-dot
I draw lines with melting crayons
in a childlike need to see a bigger picture of who I am.
I've been spending most nights staring at my own sliver of sky
between the arches of Columbia University
and the rising smoke of a million cigarettes.
Three things I'm scared of:
"We only have 10 days left here."
"We are out of coffee."
and that all of life, is merely a goodbye.
I draw lines with melting crayons
in a childlike need to see a bigger picture of who I am.
I've been spending most nights staring at my own sliver of sky
between the arches of Columbia University
and the rising smoke of a million cigarettes.
Three things I'm scared of:
"We only have 10 days left here."
"We are out of coffee."
and that all of life, is merely a goodbye.
July 13, 2010
Brooklyn
We drove across the Bridge 2 summers ago.
Michael packed the essentials:
a jar of peanut butter,
a box of hangers,
and my scratched Simon and Garfunkel record.
It got hung on the wall,
we never actually bought a player,
the sound of silence was enough.
Waking up to sunrise skin,
The whirring of the fan,
and eventually,
to self.
June 22, 2010
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