"Walk with me," she says
The dulling floorboards vibrate
Crests and troughs phase in and out
A doorknob turns halfway through
The neighbor forgot his car keys again
The synchrony continues to the stairs
Cloth polishes the potholed banister
The same doorknob turns, closes, locks
The polishing hand leaps from a cliff
And lands in a safe pocket
Only to be penetrated by water
Aliquots preserved in hexagons
Crushed by boots and paws and tires
Disrupted crystals breaking down
Into black, as if stains are a punishment
This isn't the city that never sleeps
Today is Sunday, sleepday
Spend time with family day, what day?
Today is Sunday, flyday, leaveday
Play that song from Armageddon day
Tread marks on paper, washed out
With more crystal hexagons turning into ink
Letters don't write themselves, usually
And if they do, the ink bottle tips
To mock the effort and hide its existence.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Cliché abandonment at a bus stop
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Sunday, March 7, 2010
Grapes of wrath
So last Wednesday, someone threw a grape at my girlfriend...'cause we were acting like a couple.
Seriously, a grape.
Fortunately, I didn't know they threw a grape at her, or else the idiots would've gotten something more along the lines of Kit Porter vs A Prolife Women's Heatlh Clinic. Arson! Arson!
Really, a grape + 'LESBIANS!'
Nah. Pulling a Kit Porter on them wouldn't have been worth it. I like to think that the boy had wet dreams of lesbians that same night.
In other news, there is a blue jet trail across my window. I shouldn't be indoors. Oh but you know...I'll just stock up on golden Florida sunshine over the summer. However, it is a nice 5 C outside, pretty warm. In other news, it'll be around 12 C in Tallahassee about 5 hours from now. Also, I should've called my mother.
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Monday, March 1, 2010
how do you reply
when you're lying in bed
comfortable
when the tip of your tongue
is paralyzed
when the back of your throat
evaporates
when the bright clouds
break
when sunlight strikes
the roofs
when the thriving foliage
glitters
when it's time to go
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I apologise for being emo, and not being cryptic at all.
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
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