meter meter
This isn't going well
This isn't going well
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Rough Clips
We drove to those rough cliffs
Turned of the engine
Listened to the dying hum
The smell of gasoline and Camel smoke
We go off into the night
Stories telling the time to me
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Mobile Dynamite
Five diffrent ways
OF seperating the you
In everything you finish
Complete the circle
Complete the square
Complete complete complete
The semi-sonic waves
Of her semi-seismic thighs
Sandy beaches
Dusky bed sheets
Sprawling into eternity
Complete
Complete
Operation dead
Abandon
Abandon
Operation dead
Abandon
Abandon
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Brush Away Your Flaws
The elegant truths of the universe
As narrated
By the soft silken shore thighs
Of a young heiress
The Boys in the Lab
Civil cannon balls
Baby lets get gone
Baby lets get gone
Can't remember the sight
Baby
Lets get gone
Lets get gone
Baby baby baby
OH baby baby baby
Lets get gone
Gone get gone
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The never failing question
The many miles
That stretched me out
From
Back bay
To south shore
torn in two
the sound of rain setteling
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tangled Tangled Tangled Tangled
Ferocious hum
Ferocious hum
Oh god not again
Oh god not again
Ferocious hum
Ferocious hum
Oh god not again
Oh god not again
These tiny details, the synapses of life
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Crowded to the future
From the dirt on my feet
Come these souls in my bones
Phantom Vibrations
Always talking
Never touching
Lips locked
Sending out signal fires
Faceless kisses
Faceless kisses
Oh you give me faceless kisses
Monday, February 11, 2008
Ocean to Oceanica
Ten times double taking
Left shoulder glances
To your face of all things
I place you on
The pedestal
Where nothing made except my masochistic
Plans to further remodel
My ever changing face
From a trophy case of scars
To a trophy case of fault lines
Taken down one by one before the sun has time to cause blame
To rest on my shoulders
My damaged withered shoulders
Rotten like drift wood
Filled with holes
And salt
And
Damages
Blossoming like flowers
Out of the dirt that is
Your skin
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