September 2010
6 posts
I feel like I shouldn't have to name this one
there were windows on the adjacent wall, next to booths booths like a fucking cheery restaurant tall, angular, and mostly transparent men fill the room, some women on the arms, hushed whisperers. a volcano was erupting in my arms, spreading to my hands poison running through my mind, streaming down my face there was a fireplace on the wall across glowing, licking, warmth on that summer day the...
I need to go back
each book, some with scrawled notes, some with no more than the owner’s name
seems so much richer with its age and experience
Yeats becomes more than a poet, he is a traveler, the collection of poems a message from one room to another
oh, to be sitting with jack kerouac
the clouds no longer pink I sit alone on the rocky shores, not cold or warm,
scanning for bears as streetlights grow and the river grows, brighter and louder,
a child calls from the distance, my mind imagines his death, a morbid thing,
the trees look more like black, the stones more like purple, once green and red
I have nowhere I wish to be so my body melts down through my feet,
keeping me...
far far too much wishing
I wish I could be more vulgar, surprise the world with my words, love the taboo, I wish the ripple of the water spooned words into my mouth, run off through my pen, I wish the coming dark and the shadows he brings didn’t frighten me, I wish the future, myself, didn’t scare me. I write to explain my soul so maybe someday I’ll read my words and understand
a selection from far too much rambling at stanley...
her beauty remains but it seems the west has tried to tame her, cage her I wish for rocky shores attacked by waves never halting instead I am greeted by kind laps, so friendly yet placid I wish for the seas of Italy at that time, I could remember mornings woken with passion, I could recall the smiles just yesterday but now, I see I seemed at a crossroads, or one just past, and no longer could I...
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the nightmares grow worse
if that’s what it’s called
when a feeling so strong
attacks
won’t leave
every time you close your eyes
if it wins when you fight
if now,
with eyes open
the feeling still lingers
and won’t be fought off