December 2008
7 posts
i have disappeared
to most. each day i disappear even more and am wondering why they have wanted to be a part of my skin. to know me most intimately. they are confused or i am mad. i am fraudulent and wretched. a perfect horror really, yet still they come calling. don’t they know they cannot reach me by simply having their passport and overseas back account in order? there exists invisible doors and windows...
there was an angel
a demon, both. a one eyed animal in this river. a serpent, a cloud that is a thousand swallows. i thought it was you- furrowed brow, the milky way across your scar, secret map. your kiss has melted the frozen lake
my mouth
iron heart
drags her hair in the gully
the forest hushed. from their willow mask they peer at us through fog. your song is medicine on my face. some have tried to trace...
I try to stay
under the veil of this rainforest and pretend that I have not laid footprints down in places where others can recall. I live in a perpetual state of transit though I lay among the leaf and fern. I float down this river, secretly hoping that the current at the mouth of the bay will pull me under. Let me sink like a dead man, this fog fills my nose. I am half way there. Ska Pastora becomes my hair,...
Telepathine
Banisterine, Harmine
it is not a plant at all really, a snake, a river, a grimace. can i have some ginger root, a cigarette? did i say that or did you? are we…you, my relation? it is night.
i am selling
pieces of myself to street roaming boys, to witch doctors, to artists turned to dust. i shame myself and loose pieces of my compassion for mere survival.
the compass spins counter clockwise and the direction points to, sky? earth? the corner store? midnight or noon? a familiar vertigo tightens it’s grip. hotel saint james is my phoenix ward.
“No poems can please long or live that...
each one of them
told me something. we laid down in the dark night, prime mover and saw something move, drag itself off into the wood. i covered my my eyes, covered my ears, not out of fear, but because i do not need more of this you see.
my familiar. your shadow existence, stubborn, determined to stay in the bitch season, in posse, vast emptiness. i know…this place of no answers is most intimate