2/19/11

like weedles in the woodwork
you work your way within
again

just like July --
just when the end begins,
it ends.

2/18/11

As soon as we can,
we make it a point
  to feelsomething
  to admitnothing

and worry just a bit too much
that we're not worried
enough

2/17/11

here,
hesitant to dive
without the breath of holding back
we may not survive.

there,
a hostaged heart to find
I'd pay the ransom with these fingers
to peek inside that mind.

2/16/11

So tough to cart around
this sickly suit -

it's quieting vibrations
a'rising from the root.

might I mutter
'goodness gracious'
drop it off,
and carry on.

2/15/11

kissing soot and kissing sky
kissing one another, deeper
with pacts in blood, in the dark
we become each other's keeper.

2/14/11

So here we are:
breaking backs for "the man"
Tricky meat & dirty pores,
Sticky feet & dirty floors.

Shrill airs filled
with deafening industrial squeels -
"Resistance is futile"
(as forever feels.)

2/13/11

these physical bodies --
stinking up the joint.

in the circle of life,
they get right to the point.