Monday, October 31, 2005
monday,actually a monday
bloody hell,
twosome bells
trading after a touch,
you can move
your little body,
sideline suck,
I can show you a little more,
than that.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Waking up in Moscow, Sunday afternoon, sky cold and Blue, HungOver through me Toes, Again:
and
drinky
dogga
diggidy
doo
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I am a little hollow man
made out of bits and floor salt
I don’t want to feel it so far,
so far in from my grit
a ringing, through rags, as I
imagine not having answered,
Or filling her up with flame
The little babies would be beautiful,
and then I could run
I write a little poem because I
have nothing better to do,
and it seems like something
when something’s done,
And we can call it preparation,
because the future is always ,
When We Arrive.
And I, hollow little mince,
and, jitter little that,
Maybe I like a scoop at my innards,
weak of the night-time wait
And there are so many things
that you can do with light
and it’s all far worse, this
latent to be something whole.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Tempt the Fates, If that’s As loud As you can Speak, Even if No one Reads it, Child
The expression – on – your face –
The moisture – on – your lips –
Such a day –
is only a day –
for you.
All will be forgiven –
because all will be forgotten.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Monday, October 03, 2005
august, apparently
Just can't get under the skin
Under the skin:
You've shaved your legs
Two-times tart
I know the whole picture
Been in and in
So why these eyelash battings
Whore
I've seen it before
And seen it before
What makes you think I'm
In such pain?
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