Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
my ships...
are frozen sticks . they lay stuck to the floor. my wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks. they don't float anymore. and my tongue, it's a carbon scroll, doesn't burn anymore. and all my friends are all useless lens, they don't see anymore. and all my chicks are all useless hens, they don't lay anymore.
and my fists are plastic dice, they're the shape of the sun. and my love is a long song, gone forevermore.
Gone forevermore, and I like where i live.
my baby is a redbird
flying across the sky. my baby is a bluebird, learning how to fly. your feathers want to tickle me. in the shower he swims right by me. freezing water so he's swimming raidly. clouds are sleeping, sleeping in the sky, over Sarah's eyes... lurking by the bed, and all i'm thinking are all things you said.