[27VIII09]
my eyes are dry
even if it's raining
inside my body
thoughts have turned to muck
threatening to drown
the rational me
i cough till i can't breathe
and spit blood on the world
my tears refuse to see
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
dishwashing thoughts
[15VIII09]
bathed in a lovely languid melancholy, i teeter on the cusp of an idea. thoughts that i can see only in the periphery, and in shades of shadow grey. my moment of discovery scored by a slow and heavy funereal legato. understanding is here, in the last closing of my eyes, in the final falling into dream.
bathed in a lovely languid melancholy, i teeter on the cusp of an idea. thoughts that i can see only in the periphery, and in shades of shadow grey. my moment of discovery scored by a slow and heavy funereal legato. understanding is here, in the last closing of my eyes, in the final falling into dream.
Friday, August 14, 2009
... ... ...
after the Japan exhibition
[10VII09]
i fill my canvas
with the view from my window
as i lie in bed
unwashed Weltanschauung
nonchalant observation
paint, dirt wed as one
___
a dance from tweet to tumble
[14VII09]
i saw her white hair through a window
and she made me see the paper through the paint
what if, like white watercolorists,
we had to write the spaces in between words and
make silence instead of noise?
___
eclipse
[23VII09]
the moon ate the sun
who blacked out in ecstasy
while we watched in awe
___
hawt, dawg
[25VII09]
hot and humid/ slick and thick/ smother fucker, pillow murderer/
___
[VIII09]
the weather feels like Rilke's Loneliness
and yet we must brave the blitzkrieg rain
that leaves the world wet
under a smiling schizophrenic sky
___
cellist transmogrified
[12VIII09]
i witnessed the transmogrification
of a snaggletoothed man into a demigod
body bending like a bow,
straining under the voice of a stone angel
his cello timed by the inhale
and exhale of his divine breath
[10VII09]
i fill my canvas
with the view from my window
as i lie in bed
unwashed Weltanschauung
nonchalant observation
paint, dirt wed as one
___
a dance from tweet to tumble
[14VII09]
i saw her white hair through a window
and she made me see the paper through the paint
what if, like white watercolorists,
we had to write the spaces in between words and
make silence instead of noise?
___
eclipse
[23VII09]
the moon ate the sun
who blacked out in ecstasy
while we watched in awe
___
hawt, dawg
[25VII09]
hot and humid/ slick and thick/ smother fucker, pillow murderer/
___
[VIII09]
the weather feels like Rilke's Loneliness
and yet we must brave the blitzkrieg rain
that leaves the world wet
under a smiling schizophrenic sky
___
cellist transmogrified
[12VIII09]
i witnessed the transmogrification
of a snaggletoothed man into a demigod
body bending like a bow,
straining under the voice of a stone angel
his cello timed by the inhale
and exhale of his divine breath
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