Wednesday, January 27, 2010


She thinks that she has felt this way before

When she finally grew into her own shadow

She cannot recall being happier than now

In the corner of her eye where time lives on her side

And for her

There has never been

Any difference between being pushed

And falling

I will take you down with me

And we will lie at the bottom of the sea

In love and paranoia



Now, suffer.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


In the fractal edges of her love

Where the sands at singing beach mutter under footfall

Just one set now

Ten twilights she sickly slept and through it all he tried to warn her

Though he would never dare to call her name again

This, I would call fair

In obsessive toil

Navigating the idea of some sun shining world

The cloud collapsing ocean still survives this starving conclusion

And her special sense of tragedy and dreams

That impression she left

lives on in chattering sands

Her endless and tiresome sense of "justice"

Closed the door in the face of another orphaned season

So many lives ago

So many long letters ago


Still, in another world, He promises to be on her side

This, I would call fair

This, I would call sanctuary

Tuesday, January 5, 2010