Wednesday, March 11, 2009

change

je me rappelle du poids de l'alcool sur mes yeux, et de ton corps
alcohol mouth to alcohol mouth
and eggshell hearts all eventually fix
(you're both windswept and tired of this)
i cracked open my throat to let the birds go
and they left granite talons in my shoulders



Watching






Scratch my eyes,

Sunday, March 8, 2009

BFFLs + Sistaaaaahhs


watching the watchmen, the truth chair, one and a half hours, END SCENE, breakfast, chalking the sidewalk to polite passerbys, strong arm, james-made basses and bodos, sunburns, work, bubble bath chatterboxing, mumbling nonsense dreaming right off the bat, burger day on a beautiful day, do the right thing, walks to the parking lot, running into cowards, cigarettes are expensiver, office and exhaustion.
















Thursday, March 5, 2009

Lists


Half of what I say is completely senseless. Lists:

  • In your blind spots
  • Seatbelt-less in a turbulent mind
  • Lipstick poetry on once white curtains
  • Watery wastelands, dark pupils
  • Mellow ladies with briar patch hair
  • Magpies worry: Do I make him uncomfortable?
  • Splitting up the middle, contracting a disease (curable, for now)
  • Average airplanes, gawking
  • Gasoline in my veins oh the horror or birth defects in modern society
  • Tying slings with teeth, getting knifed in the neck
  • Digging holes in your face with flashlights
  • But before they close the door, you hit his head with a typewriter and we run
  • Scraping tape off carpets: I believe they're cracking down on the underground duos
  • With a shoelace I try to tie your heart to mine...uneasy
  • the perfume of the cemetery

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Always a Dead Person in a Bathtub

bad poetry
traffic lights on street floors
solitude vs. loneliness.
what?
always a dead person in a bathtub
time is just an emotion, all alone.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah 
going around in circles reading passages: your class makes me want to die. die die die die die.

solitude vs. loneliness.


ov got weuk in theh moning.

crepes.


I JUST REALIZED THAT MADELINE ZIMMER HAS A BLOG AND I WANT TO DO HER.





Jennnnnnnnnnnnnnnn


I love Jenn

Monday, March 2, 2009

Igloo







A cause des garcons
On met des bas nylons, on se crepe le chignon

Snow Blah bah di Blah
One windshield wiper.

Giant Camera Dance Frenzy

A walk in the snow at 6a

An igloo at 8a

Sleep at 9a.