Monday, March 17, 2008

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

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

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

Monday, December 24, 2007

um

One of those terrible melancholy boys again.
he is probally from sweden. he is, oh.

i don't know what i'm doing here,
neither.
he said he would take me to a tropical paradise.
now i'm not so sure.
i work in a diner, the worst kind, you know.

she is so godammn cute,
like a creampuff, which i dislike
i cannot escape these sweet songs
all the sad boys have love to burn.
i see a place that looks like holidays

now i remember
your face shutting
we rest on a futuristic plane
hear a moth hitting the wall
that is inside the planetarium
the only place i can hide
james dean doesn't move his mouth

i liked the coat you wore the day before yesterday

It is strange how we exist in these parallel ways.
Plastic bags rolling like spit roasts in the wind.
An American Beauty moment on the way home.
Away from you for centuries i close my eyes and see a pack of wolves,
a J.H Lynch of you and me,
lanterns light your face
equations revolve around our heads
trying to
there is no small town where everyone knows us.
don't want to be known,
by anyone

you play a song and i stay silent,
more silence, more silence
that band ,
that band,
don't like them no more,
they cut their hair too short.

everything i owned forever

"You're an unforgettable retard." she muttered under her breath. Every morning the boy strolled in, banged his fist on the counter and demanded some goddamn pancakes. "I'm just going to cut up your newspaper. Don't cry sweetheart." He declared. She just blinked and filled his cup.

"C'mere," he raised his slow bony finger to beckon her. "I wanna tell you a secret." Feet dragging she forced herself over to the old man. "I only dream in black and white. Always have, always will." As he spat on th ground she didn't even flinch.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

what are you like

Debbie Harry riding a Polar Bear
The notion of being lost at sea and ending up washed ashore in a fictional eastern country.
Roxy music album covers
Heart shaped crystals
Wearing cat ears
The death metal dance scene in Wild at Heart.
Balkan Erotica
Braile Porn
Filter coffee in polystyrene cups
Slot Machines
Westerns
Hand coloured black and white photographs
Mummies (the Mummies)
Wolf whistling thirties revival boys
Japanese street kids
Barbarella
Macho Italian Boys
Lucid dreaming
Pushy cheerleading mothers
Hand delivered notes
Old man who put their face in their hands with mock despair
Language barriers
The girl who dresses up as snow white at Disney land
People who dedicate their live to science
Doctor Zhivago
Rotting teeth
Bleeding noses
The name Thurston
The “fool’s gold” video
Ariel poems and mermaid
Antoine Doniel
Miranda July
Chromatic Diets
Crocheted sparkly blankets
“Tina”
Marbled wife beaters
Porcelain dogs
Novelty Christmas Trees
M.I.A
The name Dawn