Human sized shovels
are very endearing
gifts for those suffering
life's array of technical
malfunctions. Scoop me up,
my apologies for the cheeseburgers,
throw me in a bed of smelly flowers
where I can wait out the turbulence.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
from Rock Stars
When I fall for rockstars
my heart goes zombie.
I see you are entranced
by bloody messses.
Little yellow flowers
burst like weeds
before we made a baby
out of newspaper clippings.
We colored each other
with paint from berries.
Look out the window now
I am dressing
and I feel like cool soil.
my heart goes zombie.
I see you are entranced
by bloody messses.
Little yellow flowers
burst like weeds
before we made a baby
out of newspaper clippings.
We colored each other
with paint from berries.
Look out the window now
I am dressing
and I feel like cool soil.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Blue Glue
Snap to the big blue.
I need a case of super glue.
Heros hear me, I need you.
Monsters roar away my blues.
What is good?
Who are you?
Please send me that super glue.
Let it fix the unfixable.
I need a case of super glue.
Heros hear me, I need you.
Monsters roar away my blues.
What is good?
Who are you?
Please send me that super glue.
Let it fix the unfixable.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Domino Effect
Ball up your growl.
Bring it wrapped up.
Unleash it like a God.
Like dominos, the world
responds when you fall.
Bring it wrapped up.
Unleash it like a God.
Like dominos, the world
responds when you fall.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Out of the Cloud
this we obsess, pray or concentrate, this under
this kissing thing, we burn our thoughts, they are so
long. We send the weight of our hope, it's confetti- - -
you lay healing, dust of love come down like rice.
this we dream, dream not like illusion, we crave, race
this wild grappling of so many invisible meanings, we dare
to imagine melting, explosions and other acts of fracture
for you to be well, to yell, to heal, to come out of the cloud---
My belief breaths fire.
this kissing thing, we burn our thoughts, they are so
long. We send the weight of our hope, it's confetti- - -
you lay healing, dust of love come down like rice.
this we dream, dream not like illusion, we crave, race
this wild grappling of so many invisible meanings, we dare
to imagine melting, explosions and other acts of fracture
for you to be well, to yell, to heal, to come out of the cloud---
My belief breaths fire.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Painting Fish
My brother helps me paint a fish.
I am still too young to understand
movement or pressure.
In the end we are by the playground,
sun splashes over and under
the swinging swing.
It goes from light to dark,
but my brother still works
on the curves of the eyelids.
Fish will get out of your hands.
I never liked that about them.
Everything runs this risk.
I am still too young to understand
movement or pressure.
In the end we are by the playground,
sun splashes over and under
the swinging swing.
It goes from light to dark,
but my brother still works
on the curves of the eyelids.
Fish will get out of your hands.
I never liked that about them.
Everything runs this risk.
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