Wednesday, August 31, 2011

the drill.

my baby is a man now,
he loves and hurts and dies
like everybody else.

Thursday, August 25, 2011


in their picture together, he is smiling, but his eyes are elsewhere.

Friday, August 12, 2011

i wrote a prose poem

I had a terrible dream, my darling,
of two burning houses,
neither of them ours.
Yet we watched the flames
engulf its surroundings
like our passion
did to our souls.
I walked past the free tea house,
its dancers in the doorway.
I walked past a familiar face
that hugged me and walked away.
With my satchel and sandals,
hands in my sometimes
purple dress pockets or
high-waisted beige pants,
I went looking for you.
I know I started that fire, darling,
burned your ground
to my feet.
Now I'm walking around
this delightful city,
looking for your
ashes to eat.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

'i made sacrifices in my life so you didn't have to. but i guess i was wrong.'

Saturday, August 06, 2011


when you play, you lose.

deal with it.

Friday, August 05, 2011

home alone

There's not a single step I take that doesn't make me want to be swallowed by the ground. Always been interested in morbid depictions of love and idealized instances of hate. Stories that make your heart hurt and your limbs falls asleep so you sit here helpless, waiting for someone to shake you out of this nightmare that won't let you go.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

i would be fine if the bug in my heart decided to come out of my nose.
about time, really.


Not mine, sillies.