twelve volt manuscript
Friday, December 23, 2005
a man,
murder in his eyes
so sick
of breathing
the lies.
for all the things that we are,
it is the things
that we are not,
that
he is not,
which make him sick.
he couldn't drink enough,
sleep enough,
shoot enough,
build a big enough wall
to escape it all.
[watching them]
hand over fist,
pouring out of public markets
like blood
from a slit throat.
purging
hording
clensing
pushing
shoving
time.
it was time to move on
with nowhere to go...
click. bang.
one lemon, one apple.
Monday, December 12, 2005
and i dug deep
into earth,
building a staircase
so you could touch the moon,
because it bended your whim,
i was happy to do so.
bend the notes
in two
in two
making sounds never heard
but for your perfect ears.
without you
i am half a breath,
a broken plate,
a sunset seen
with one eye shut,
a ship sans sails
to catch the wind's spry legs.
this troubled seed i am...
through your labor
your words are wings.
sweeping,
carrying notions
birthing lifelong fruit.
a dulcet tone of conspiracy
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
peeling themselves from billboards,
stretching loose flesh into bony fingertips
from pools of unseen waves...
they force their ethereal hands
into
your
mouth,
pulling the vocal chords.
they asphyxiate,
your brain a useless appendage to those two dimensional.
you fall for what leads you,
want for what bleeds you.
solace in pain,
a candy-colored smiling nightmare.
[changethechannelchangethechannelchangethechannel]
