Friday, April 26, 2002

collaging ourselves

the point being
to break and reassemble,
cut and stitch
until we can no longer
feel the pain.

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

starting to end

i was conflicted
and he didn't realize,
walking away
turning over his shoulder
with a glare
before he'd go.
i stayed still last night,
curled into fetal balls
felt good, i said,
staring off at nothing,
listening to conversations
i was supposed to be in.
weighted down with
the consciousness of her,
splayed across my body,
while looking in his eyes
i said i love you
and he just walked away.

Sunday, April 14, 2002

i remembered too

she knows
her fingers moving sure
pleating the folds of hair
arranging and perfecting
she thinks she remembers
times of life, blood
yet to be spilled, waiting
pooled green underneath skin
instead of crimson rivulets
your arms remember when
you were unscarred
and i paid no attention
she runs taking with her
slippery pieces gushing they're
falling out of your hands
and now i'm left
lusting after the impossible
or is it the purest of intentions,
a kiss gently placed
the way i look at you.
do you understand?

Tuesday, April 9, 2002

sleep is for the weak

i live
for creaking floorboards,
the shallow sleep breath
of another beside me.
the allure of time
when time stops
its passage, the why
and hows in question.
all the answers, inspiration
in the early morning hours
when all sane people

Saturday, April 6, 2002

where we are

if we danced, holding hands
to music in our heads,
bodies held close
in a rythmic sway,
would you feel it too?
or would you remain oblivious
to the the undertones,
the currents that take us?