Friday, May 1, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
When I fumble I will try and hide it. I will spit it out into bottles or try to bury it. But as I bury things you will start to resurface them. And I will grab them frantically, I will stuff them in my ears and under my tongue and when you turn to me I will be deaf and mute. But you keep digging digging digging. and I will flake and I will peel and I will cry. I will accuse you of rape. No, you say, those who keep trying get the pearl. And then you start to find and I vomit.I keep everything stacked up in my ribcage and it starts to fall out like books off of shelves, and I am heaving and you are triumphant and you smile.And I will let you take what you've spilled.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Call, If you call my name.
I feel dry dry dry.
cracked. I crack
heads like eggs, searching inside. Take them and watch everything spill out. Hear you scream
I WANT I WANT I WANT
I see nerve endings and synapses and
science tells me
that these are emotions.
I kneel and I want to collect them
cultivate them and keep them like a bee-keeper.
Take them out and hear them buzzing, feel them
vibrating.
Memories sting
and sometimes
drip sweetly.
And maybe one day I will pick them out
take what they have made and I will eat it.
Neurons sparking beneath my tongue, warm summer nights sliding down my throat
along with the time you saw your mother cry,
and I will smile
but I'll still be dry dry dry.

, originally uploaded by hello_echo.
cracked. I crack
heads like eggs, searching inside. Take them and watch everything spill out. Hear you scream
I WANT I WANT I WANT
I see nerve endings and synapses and
science tells me
that these are emotions.
I kneel and I want to collect them
cultivate them and keep them like a bee-keeper.
Take them out and hear them buzzing, feel them
vibrating.
Memories sting
and sometimes
drip sweetly.
And maybe one day I will pick them out
take what they have made and I will eat it.
Neurons sparking beneath my tongue, warm summer nights sliding down my throat
along with the time you saw your mother cry,
and I will smile
but I'll still be dry dry dry.

, originally uploaded by hello_echo.
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