9 20 20 11
2 x 6'3" + some
0:27 & many more
can't say I haven't
been here before.
strong neck.
eager back.
terminal abandon.
got lost in myself
somewhere along
the way, so now I'm
hitting the sack.
9 19 20 11
0 x 00 + 0
0:00 find me
the rocket builder.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Land and Sea
Slowly, your steps print folding poetry
between the tiny shards of light, broken
by stretching blades of grass.
That final breath between fading
and disappearing escaped my
lungs with a cruel sense of
uncertainty, and all I wanted
was found and all I cared about was
preparing for revolution.
Slowly, your eyelashes part a
red sea of sleep and amidst the
fuzz you found me, always here,
parting my sea, meeting you in
the crater, the ocean floor, the
deepest point of existence, ready
to be swept away.
between the tiny shards of light, broken
by stretching blades of grass.
That final breath between fading
and disappearing escaped my
lungs with a cruel sense of
uncertainty, and all I wanted
was found and all I cared about was
preparing for revolution.
Slowly, your eyelashes part a
red sea of sleep and amidst the
fuzz you found me, always here,
parting my sea, meeting you in
the crater, the ocean floor, the
deepest point of existence, ready
to be swept away.
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