gentlemen morose
ly tie their tie monoto
nously with each day
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Learning
Discovering that the dusty fly on the wall Who seems to be buzzing
without movement Has been you all along How does one fall upon this
knowledge? Was it the monotity of beating dry unpatched wings like a
drum again and a again. Or was it the thousandth swing of reality,
narrowly escaping through a dead end loophole. Or just maybe it was your
heart that gave its last beat with the floating wings from the last
guy to ask just the same
"Haiku Written about the Painting I Found on the Floor"
Splattered against bleed
ing walls these wings will fly me
Away from this place
ing walls these wings will fly me
Away from this place
Friday, June 15, 2012
Learning
Monday, June 11, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
"The Thing I'm Most Afraid"
When I fall asleep she haunts me. Taunts me with her beauty. Leaving and
coming. Coming and leaving. When I'm awake she haunts me. Taunts me
with her beauty. Leaving and coming. Coming and leaving. When I hear her
voice, it sends goosebumps up and down my arms. When I see that smile,
it sends goosebumps down and up my arms. When her eyes meet mine, I
become lost, losing touch of such.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
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