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.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

you cannot live in the sky.

i will fly away. there is no bird that could keep up. that is just the way it is.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

alongside the birds

once there was a giraffe named harold who was so tall his head was in the clouds, in more way than one. he would dream of being able to fly alongside the birds instead of just being able to walk along with them. then one bright afternoon, a strong breeze brushed by and nearly blew him over! then came another breeze. and another. when this last breeze blew by it picked harold up and carried him high into the sky- with the birds!! he was flying!! like he always dreamed he would. But breezes come and go as we all know and just as quickly and the breeze came in and picked harold up .. it let him go.. harold was plummeting towards earth faster and faster until he felt his innards beging to move and all the blood in his body rushing towards his tiny head - now frantic harold tried to go to his happy place... but right before he found it... SPLAT. he fell to earth and became a puddle of blood and broken bones. THE END
ging.maude.
better ending?