desert roll.

keep it crushed
juice pulp in teeth
seamless, knowing
I used to know the light behind your eyes
but now it is snowing

craving old house to carry out old dreams
live in fantasies
burnt out
gleams in my eyes
fell
cynics know not how to roll
they have it coming
stilted, misty suprises

JUST IMAGINE ALL THOSE CANDLES BURNING

I imagined him with a live racoon wrapped around his neck. Does he realise his heart is filled with ghosts? I guess I became a myth of what was to become but now your back with us. Its a shame you know, your dangerous exsistence cannot be more romantic. We'll kill ourselves waiting for this thing.

grind me a dream

The morning after I opened my crimson lipstick to find the end perfectly flat. After a blank second i rembered grinding it in circular motions on the inside of my wrist the night before. I'm writing a song in my head right now called grind me a dream. "he'll love it."

I kept thinking about my “pyramid of death hate” with the rainbow hate laser and the skull.

Occuring slowly but surely. There are far too many ways to know anout you on the internet and far too less for me.

A giant spiralling vortex picked me up and spun me violently for perhaps the last exact year to which a can pinpoint almost to this day. This day a year ago I know what I was doing. I was driving around in my Dad's car listening to Slowdive's just for a day crying my fucking eyes out.

I let myself get knee deep.

I originally freaked out about blogs. I wanted to just archive everything. Everything being all my writing that comes out and i never show anyone. I gave a poem to a Valentine once, he said he liked it, but I'm not so sure.

I'm going to write all the texts in my inbox in my diary so i don't forget.

shuffling shuffling song

ancient boundaries quiver
close to your chest
no one knows this heat
this silent heat

you are always there brimming

are we all each other
kiss repeat
stuck in an unknown century flogging
this again
everyones a possibility

give me all the strangers
fathom what i'm doing right now
strewn
honey laced double edged swords
charlie

i used to know the light behind your eyes

a monumental centrepiece
looms inbetween solem hazel eyes
precious she whispered,
he was deaf to her now.

under the norwegian maples
afflicted with her conscience,
drowning in manilla folders
hypnotic and elaborate callings
discoveries and expedtions
stalling

It had to be new my chest was full

A soft eyed boy stares at me with such grotesque grandure
acceptance,
there is still nothingness
Centuries of boys wrapped up in him,
the stare of so many forgotten, regurgitated.

I see us as wolves running over the forest floor,
your letter falls from the wall abruptly.

Your face like milk flowing into mine,
glitter is the it, Dean Moriarity's it, my it,
the thick paste that invisibly covers the sensous tremors and murmurs
the paste suffocates

Mist mixes with the glitter,
beating the romance from your boyish face
winter on campus, winter forever,
following,

the ice age forever,
following throbbing dismembered wolves
on a tacky lino floor
in between sips the fake blood burns,
swallows more than he knows