Tuesday, August 19, 2008

unidentitty

where you may be i can only hope to know
If you could see, if you could hear
plea's, invisible; a silent tear.
john doe.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

like you mean it

smiles, but behind them eyes,
beneath them lines;
scowls, growls, sharpened knives.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

heading

hopingwishinglongingwaitingclinging
grippingscratching
gnawingpawingfalling
downanotherrabbithole
dimmingblackspecksoflight
onelesserchancetofleeorfight
...

Saturday, August 2, 2008

dried mangoes.

the feeling is gone.
it's me, splayed all over the crosswalk.
run a hundred thousand trucks
all over my bloodied guts
on passersby,
bathe freely, in my sadness.

all i wanted was what i could never get.
all i needed i never took.
all i have is... blank.