words:fail:me

if you're expecting an apology from the vicar...
Wednesday, October 25, 2006

burn me when i die.

ingest me,
keep me always.

the together we never were.

the revenant will have the last word

reflected and repaid,
righteous and reborn.

molded in stone,
the last laugh.

we never got to say
you
were
wrong.

404
Friday, October 20, 2006

hope
is
nothing
more
than
heroin
for
the
naive.

just another nazi love song
Wednesday, October 04, 2006

the well of originality
is long dry.

we have fallen in
and reduced ourselves to voting
for our favorite broken parts.

accepting,
knowing,
every word said
has a trite, worn combination
with all the others.

a cup overfilled
with stagnant water,
a choreographed boredom
into welcomed oblivion.

corrugated dancing partners
falling in love,
feeling trapped,
and
breaking
apart.