I love you
won't you tell me your name
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
i keep dreaming of drowning
and drowning with a single thought all those whom I know as ghosts
and drowning with a single thought all those whom I know as ghosts
Thursday, February 21, 2013
to the lady dressed in white
things spring,
not hope--hope is no thing I know
beds spring, when voices rise
you to the door now to half light the hall
doors spring
and hold in place the small crack
you've framed
to muffle the giggles
lifting the bed.
sounds spill,
like achey cups in jittery hands.
you with your cocaine eyes
and sweaty pause
and me,
drunk on valentine wine, sizing up the hallway
alone in ambition.
but there's no fixing it,
the thing itself.
the thing that makes me safe,
fort made of rabbits' feet and graying pillows,
thing that makes me less only,
but ever more lonely.
Thing springing
and hoping to god I'll hear.
Sober sounds for drowning ears
not hope--hope is no thing I know
beds spring, when voices rise
you to the door now to half light the hall
doors spring
and hold in place the small crack
you've framed
to muffle the giggles
lifting the bed.
sounds spill,
like achey cups in jittery hands.
you with your cocaine eyes
and sweaty pause
and me,
drunk on valentine wine, sizing up the hallway
alone in ambition.
but there's no fixing it,
the thing itself.
the thing that makes me safe,
fort made of rabbits' feet and graying pillows,
thing that makes me less only,
but ever more lonely.
Thing springing
and hoping to god I'll hear.
Sober sounds for drowning ears
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Last night I dreamt that Mary Casatt's fictitious husband gave me her teddy bear
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
a week ago today I cried myself to sleep
my optometrist told me my tear ducts have nearly dried up
a week from a week ago today I'll probably drink myself to sleep
a week from a week ago today I'll probably drink myself to sleep
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