a murder of lost consciousness
eclectic turn back torture
any evening after that
where to find her? in london/
like a missing person
with fact. many to go over
no bags, electronic bags no return ticket
wake up immediately. shock. constipation.
search the computer for drowned bodies
no nothing band playing no attendance
without a trace
an unknown smile with intercom
information linked to blood posting
fire chamber no monday. no money
www close your eyes Tom for a rough translation
who was the question the man asked
at the police station online
a triple phone internet of data
led to untimely death
December 1st 2008
a game of russian roulette/ painted walls
out of her mind magenta. high on conspiracy numbers
in fact. buried. original ideas
sleeping heads on the couch
so quickly did you leave. a death. a birth a homicide
I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
poor post-it notes IV
unattended bodies
feel the crawl of each imagined tick
arms outstretched in ready embrace
the minute horror of the lawn
backyard--the unenviable loss of
time--
the growing up of space--forgetfulness
--the slowing of pace--
dying.
feel the crawl of each imagined tick
arms outstretched in ready embrace
the minute horror of the lawn
backyard--the unenviable loss of
time--
the growing up of space--forgetfulness
--the slowing of pace--
dying.
poor post-it notes III
the old wood that rots in the garage
what are our priorities? leaning into t
the unknown
I borrow a hat it catches on my thinning
hair
attention span--lifeline--unphoned
ear--youthful mind
I leave what I've brought in honor of
the trash can
what are our priorities? leaning into t
the unknown
I borrow a hat it catches on my thinning
hair
attention span--lifeline--unphoned
ear--youthful mind
I leave what I've brought in honor of
the trash can
poor post-it notes II
stretch like the pale ghost before me
darken my sad child's brown eyes
narrow in thinning periscopic lament
your great unknowable self
become once again the implausible dream
darken my sad child's brown eyes
narrow in thinning periscopic lament
your great unknowable self
become once again the implausible dream
poor post-it notes I
outline the sun
with red cliffs
sand in my lungs
great gobs of dust
float across the gravel road
--america--you forget me
abstain me--I am lost for words
for you--you endless gray cloud
you endless gray arrow
of the heart you endless idea
west
with red cliffs
sand in my lungs
great gobs of dust
float across the gravel road
--america--you forget me
abstain me--I am lost for words
for you--you endless gray cloud
you endless gray arrow
of the heart you endless idea
west
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