Tuesday, January 31, 2012

(day 242: your fingers were spears (three parts))

Your fingers were spears
and they skewered me. I languished.
John Travolta laughed.  

I want to be fancied.
I didn't know better! Her purse is gold
strings, cut from your hand.

More needs to be said.
I write it! Still you are running, pant pant.
I will not follow.

I want to be fancied.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

(snow day)

If I could move this wall,
the better to see:
universe, white white white.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Monday, January 16, 2012

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Friday, January 13, 2012

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Friday, January 6, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

(Musical Mash-ups VIII: when the dam breaks down)

I am a book torn.
Gone the things that hide all fears. 
Trusting you write, too. 



*with attributions owed to Manchester Orchestra

Tuesday, January 3, 2012