An Attempt To Tip The Scales
Did you expect it all to stopAt the wave of your hand?Like the sun's just gonna dropIf it's night you demandWell, in the dark we are just airSo the house might dissolveBut once we're gone, who's gonna careIf we were ever here at all?Well, summer's gonna c.. Read »
An Attempt To Tip The Scale
Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?Like the sun is just going to drop if it's night you demand.Well, in the dark we are just air so the house might dissolve.But once we are gone,who is gonna care if we were ever here at all?Well, summe.. Read »
Amy In The White Coat
You take your clothes offRight after schoolThe TV's onThe flame is blueAnd you hope it won't takeAll afternoonThe TV's waitingTo talk to youIt's your naked bodyOn white velourBut there's no feelingJust weight on youBut you get nauseous nowAs he speaks to .. Read »
All Of The Truth
it is not the past few days that have made me feel this wayand it is not the tiny marks of doubt that cover everything i seeit is just the way she looks at me with a love so completethat i have never seenand from this grows a strong, undying guiltthe feel.. Read »
Act Of Contrition
the air was all dust and not so untamedthe ground opened up and swallowed all of the rainand it swallowed you too into distance unknownas they sat down for dinner they waited for you to get homeyeah, they set a place for you.so don't believe everything yo.. Read »
A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklac
You turn on a spindle. You are so much looser now but you're not explaining how you gainedsuch new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn'ttell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all.. Read »
A Song To Pass The Time
There is a middle-aged woman dragging her feet.She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat.While the Mexican children kick rocks into the streetand they laugh in a language I don't understand.But I love them.Why do I love them?So the neighborhood is di.. Read »
A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Cloc
Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easilyMore than sufficient doubt that these colors you seewere picked in advance by some careful handWith an absolute concept of beautyThey are smeared and these blurs come in random orderAnd they color the ey.. Read »
A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seductio
the language in the dimmer rooms seems to represent the light source wellhow soft they speak and seem to be at peacewith the music and the madness that is pulling me in to thisand the shades of the lamps are woven redthe light, it stains and consecratesan.. Read »