Sunday, August 31, 2008

good riddance

"And now the clown is gone from our lives
Good riddance"

Saturday, August 30, 2008


kept up pushed out like
cutting creases of your lips
i'll never be clean

Thursday, August 28, 2008


you get it, tony
i think you know what i mean
but where are we, now


this is among the countless times
i have made you sleep on the couch
so you wouldn't touch me
because i would probably let you

Monday, August 25, 2008

m t

i wish i could show you what i have created

ryan boyd

you make every girls thighs sweat
disneyland beneath their diaphragm
i admire your perseverance


this sure is turning into, "my little black blog"


i'm sorry i push you away
your eyes are too inviting
i want to do more than look


you fingered me with your trigger finger
i felt like i was raped
but it was sexy until i bled

Saturday, August 23, 2008


you are sad sometimes
i wish you were less lonely
maybe you should start loving nature

as of lately

there is a lack of meaning in everything i do
i push everyone away
nothing is tuned right anymore

today i woke up

feeling fucking refined and dazed
although still jaded, the separation displaced me
confined to spaces
still beneath your basement
as i contorted your body to fit the frame,
suddenly selfish wave, tormented plane
the true nature of feeling was pure disdain
traded your life for that spade, some new charades
a day gone, we are now undone and misplaced.

Thursday, August 21, 2008


you are cleaner than flossed teeth, an aura of cuddling beast
sun soaked lines mark each of your faces, each one covered with pavement
from when they set up some kind of charm, then erased it

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


trace the chalk outline of your body
framed with mine, blueprints of
the sleepless nights and exhausted days.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


you speak in riddles
with, "i need an odyssey"
offered endless thrust

t II

you have become numb
seven months since your face was the horizon
although now it has been just the same
shadow out-casted
a tired brick stacked on a wall
birdless cage


bullshitting jazz sounds,
truly the princess and pea
whispered nothing at all, did she


you have become nothing
i want to be around anymore
convincing we were still sisters,
bound to shapes of familiarity
but separate just the same
i do not live with your aesthetics
parting fake smiles and half-witted charm

you should just get a puppy instead.


hands do not know no
please take your hand off my thigh
you said we were friends


dear my good hearted friend,
"i really just want to fuck you"


"i had a terrible time at work,
but now my head fits so nicely in your shoulder blade"
isn't it strange, the days passed
as if they were slugs across
very large plains

it almost a common displacement,
how my eyes can see for only 16 miles
the earth lurched just the same

Monday, August 18, 2008


you love drugs