27 May 2007


blinking on and off, as if to get noticed. your extensions are admirable, but made with dead tissue. thereby, invalid. not even close, real, true, extant. stretch one more inch, and reach one more dead line. the line when wrought shall be ripped down, and down with it comes a wall with your highness. pain is nowhere around, not to be found. find that, i say, and find what you mean when you claim to exist. to recite, this plan is a second-class struggle, all the way to the paperwork, and the bent paper clips you employed as integration. pull one page off, one less frame, take one main. leaves fall soft and sound. not a word, not a sound, not a noise to be heard. not one person's hands got dirty with this work.

17 May 2007


gonna stay 18 forever...

12 May 2007


you're close enough to touch, but i won't.
i'd rather keep you clean and pretty.
i sit, content to reminisce
on little bits of time, of my life,
idling minds, binding by their decline.
and i submit, as the west gets jealous.
cause i came undone, the sun was empty.
and now it's nothing, just like dust.
it failed us all, and we'd be grateful
for one more day of time, of light.

09 May 2007


ankles are breaking. the rain was grey like the mountain wind. what am i supposed to hold on to? say hello to hydrogen. characters and blood, nothing i can touch. the greatest dream come true is no longer enough. this is imaginable. this is wish fulfilment. this is a day, not a box that fits in my palm. if i concede defeat, can we please begin drafting our treaty? it feels good, feeling sorry for you.

05 May 2007


i have no patience left for your exasperation.

03 May 2007


it would be nice to feel a little less numb.

01 May 2007

la différence

i study every language under the sun. none of these tongues has helped me much. i still can't sustain a conversation with anyone.