Why am I stuck here, revolving ’round the thought of you– that serpent inward/hid?
Why am I convincing myself to be in love with you when all I feel is a twinge a singe of nerve – no butterflies, more of a mashing a constriction of the ’testines as though my heart my apple my core were gravity’d to pit of me in search in pull, inward/guide &
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Archives for January 2006
Why am I stuck here,
"I want to."
“I want to.”“Why would I want to?”“Should I want to?”“Have I wanted to?”“Why have I wanted to?”“Who would want to?”“What would I want?”“How would I want to?”“What would I want to?”“Still wanting to?”“Should I have wanted to?”“Sure wanted to.”“Sure want to.”“Sure, I’d want to.”“Who made me want to?”“Why do I want to?”“Want to.”“Can’t.”“Should.”“Can’t want to.”“Shouldn’t.”“Shouldn’t [...]
how quickly the clouds scurry 'bout in low-lie rush of sky,
how quickly the clouds scurry ’bout in low-lie rush of sky,the froth of nothing bowing forth from sight of Tamer,Teacher, Moon.. the winking Moon, but bright as bleach’d clouds ‘fore Her,though giving more to eye than sight.. light, thetraveler’s guide through wood, through mason’s work,the dry-as-new streets/signs of some outside wavegone stagnant, stilled for cope [...]
when thinking
when thinking of falling star and finding plane lit for descent instead
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ewok’s pictures
this is Ewok. Ewok has been with us for fourteen and a half years. he was born in October, though i don’t recall the exact date. his parents are Honey and Bear (and he’s taken from both). i’m not very good at writing about others, as i’m inherently selfish (see [...]
the dream
the dream of you in floor of seat, having said you lost … something all in show of being level with me as i sit infront of her, the one you brought in hopes to push me off … just a little regret/ a little action needed to reclaim me… I am already Yours, for You are these eyes’ focus, she merely a distraction.
Shake your head in wave of me, the secret call of our sanctuary, this floor, our level, we.
i fought a thousand thoughts before
i fought a thousand thoughts before letting these escape/captured a thousand hearts before you found mine to take
broke a million stars down to the spin of gravity/built a million minds to a sense of natural clarity
i followed my thoughts to a place i found safe only to drag my feet and wish nothing but change
smile
i stumbled over some ol words/the ones i never gave to you for fear they’d lead to something different/something else other than what we got now/not like this is the best there’s ever been, but damn if i’d give it up for anything/anything more than you/the idea of us/that prospect of bein yours as you’d [...]
the chipper woman
the chipper woman noises presents her presence in effect of goading acknowledgement
maturity is knowledge, not
maturity is knowledge, not of what one may do, but of what one already does
