Friday, July 13, 2012

I Based The Tower, An Aluminum Numbing Machine, In Penumbrae Pleasant Street

Upon discovering the discord rags
of the broken car engines
manufacturing plant, this is where
I was birthed. From mother, to
hospital bed, to arms and eyes that
weep like grasshoppers that cheated
their furniture made from plastic leaves.
It was a pure indication of an
indecent time lapse that
our memories have been switched.
I thought I was an automobile,
and you thought you were human.

Horizontal Diamonds

Implement the torture scene
like a pigment in an outer
magazine time zone.
Colliding the dust of here and now
is a preserved palpitation of an ill
scone out to score just like me.
At my own will in my own town
throw a tin and hit a cow.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

I Orchestrated an Orchid and Collapsed the Lighthouse

What am I found privy to?
I detached myself of all worldly
reasonings, except those having
connections to you.

All The Others Are Not Me

I am hanging on
as much as tires can grip
to newly paved road.
If I cannot cover
your footprints,
then you will be found
guilty. I will beguile you.
My spider parts are tingling.

Try as I Die

Circus brutality
in vast galaxies.
We munch on clementines
and watch the sun do it's shining
upon the incorrect roof.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Ragzagonal Anbsential

Rethink everything.
Petticoats are special when
the dolts depend on
the horizons.

And You Say...

And in all of the stars
I have heard this before
calling out like hardships
on lady ocean's breasts.

The seals slip in
as we ride the waves
and the voice still shelters
the seashell horn.

And again with the
ocean freezing sometimes
you singing all the time
and me crying half the nights.