October 31, 2010

my eyes pinned inside

with green jewels
hanging like christmas stars
from a golden vein

October 29, 2010

this is a story

some kind of story



and with the pages distressed that you held to your chest




they were mangled and dog-eared while the rest were just mangy and gory

we're going home



you and i have memories
longer than the road that stretches out ahead

there will be time, there will be time



to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet




there will be time to murder and create




and time for all the works and days of hands

October 26, 2010

burn and fade



we won't ever stay the same
if you and i can't take some blame
all i know is how to burn and fade
away

in a station of the metro



the apparition of these faces in the crowd



petals on a wet, black bough



October 23, 2010

a beginning, an explanation



false horizons
throwing me out
to the place where
where the sun goes down
to the place where
where we will go down
right on the water
as the sun goes down

(the sun)

our timing is off
you dry me out
take my blood
and let it down
it's in the flowers
the bodies float down


false horizons
throwing me out
to the place where
the sun, the sun goes down
to the place where
where we will go down
where the water holds the sound

our timing was off
you dry me out
take my blood
and let it down
and in the flowers
the bodies float down
to the place where
the bodies go down

and i go down

i go down