Friday, January 29, 2010

No Form to Recompose

I wish the ocean was the color of your eyes
and the pavement the gentle grip of your fists
hidden under tables; wish this cigarette was your
tulip lips and the ash your words emptied out in the
blood letting of your mind, and that the wind would carry
your scent were there a way to put you in words. And I'd lick
a dollar bill if it'd remind me of your skin. I'd be fond of other
humans if only the world didn't have you in wandering through it.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

VVV 2009 VVV

Sum r
The little leaves that dance
If you love me
Fate tempts
Subpass
Vancouver passions
Oral excrement
Shake the empty space
This box is only temporary
Dead hand deafness and...
9 am ugly mug 28
Mod: MC-6915
Why deprive such sudden...
Never did anybody look...
The roaming cat
Turn left to stay on blue...
Practical lips
Ten: ten tulip fingertips
If you want to be happy...
The art of dramatic writing
Sally man
She looking outside me...
African boombata. Plane...
The rate site of a single...
The overpass at night an
When in doubt look up
I lost a lot of things in la
Some wooden benches le
69" (65"). 43"
Am I humble or humbling?
It was on this day (but...
My sense are sleepy
It doesn't have to be any...
I have been decadent
You've had too many good...
Thurs. 4:00 appt with tu...
Ash ditch
A synapse fires and reco...
Jumping over needless...
What what what
The mid part should sou...
The future will be kind to...
You spread like butter
Box of rocks
Juxtaposed
Constructing a class nar...
613p
As the people slowed to...
Non pocket
Because there is probabl...
The memoirs of a 20-not...
Why, Susan, murder is...
Lecture is fine, but pure...
When we would line in bed...
The past is a trash pile (h...
I don't even want to smel...
Sometimes
Where it used to be
It just wouldn't be very...
Blue eyesongs
Three tiered black tower...
Airwick- those stupid CG
Title Legends - PS2

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