Saturday, November 29, 2003

inquiries into nothing

we culled smiles from strange places
from panicked people
whole lives strewn on the floor
pennies in a jar,
living fantasy lives with
the best of all possible worlds
as spiderwebs float across our paths
we stumble on
reeking of cheap liquor
and cheaper sex
girls stumble blindly as
the world revolves around again.

Monday, November 24, 2003

your bibliography

i could speak of love
in multiple tomes
(my words would still be insufficient)

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

soft small chords

used to think it didn't matter
when i pressed closely to your side
it was a small gesture,
nothing more.
days have passed...i hold
your skin with hesitant fingers
your touch is suddenly new
and nervous hands press lightly

but i don't know who you want me to be
or what

Monday, November 17, 2003


well if heaven is your playground...
(then i'm not your kind of toy)

Sunday, November 16, 2003

so what

and i've lain down on blankets
under stars, daddy, read my mind
tell me you know who i am now
tell me that everything's okay
like they do in the movies
tell me my world isn't falling apart
in graveyards, where death is the
inevitable beginning and ending
of life.
tell me daddy, why for
three seconds the world can't stay
still and breathe
daddy breathe like gasping for oxygen
under ones stronger than you, tell me
tell me daddy
if i haven't become you, and the
family is a broken shell of lies
and i don't encapsulate my mother
in her breadths and widths, or mind
then who am i

Thursday, November 6, 2003

to speak of secrets

- i even
do not know how to unravel
my inner desires
a nameless conundrum
set by the gods
a small puzzle piece
impossible to fit into the picture

(i do not fancy myself useless
only ill-fitting)