Murder at 3 a.m.Against twin ceramic bowls turned empty, turned over, fading braches thread from the tree of costly knowledge rooted in her eyelash horizon, seeking a moisture long siphoned up and unknowably away.Murder at 3 a.m.
Each blank pause where a blink should shutter refracts streetlights and answers, instead as he susses out the places her pupils fled to, sleepily scoping behind lenses, wondering what she was before mortis stretched its canvas tightly purple, and why bodies never wait til morning.
Solitary ClassicalThis wanderer’s fantasy, outlined in the vague blues and untended dust of a century gone, swings back and forth, arching over notes this time no longer plays. Stolen from the edge of a playwright’s lapel, claret disharmony quarries canyons into a dissident desert of chords that wring meaning from each rhyme, words so much meat, prized for their congruency. I want my music to strike something, anything, to puzzle out my mood, fluff varnished wings and settle just out of reach, just far enough to wonder.Solitary Classical
NebulaphobiaNebulaphobiaNebulaphobia
Cold morning breath from something older swings on a valley’s hammock, suspended between hills. Tested at five, six, seven-thirty, the wall between exiled clouds and blurry mornings runs
just past what early eyes care to see.
He is never in the fog, always just wading through dawn’s one lazy eye, blank and lonely on the hidden side of a perfectly turned face. She imagines vaporous shoelaces tying her ankles to a lower sky and exhales, safe beneath her sheets, as if she could blow back the misty tide
GlossophobiaGlossophobia 8.5.06Glossophobia
Remember that scraping
of cotton candy whorls from inside your stomach,
tilt-a-whirling into a hypnotic spiral of faeries’ sugar knotted deep within?
It has returned, but there is no turbulent pink ocean to appease the strobe lights searching,
a hungry audience appeals.
These polished floors have raised you upon a slanted pedestal,
inverted to fit their needs, but the soft-shoe rodeo is slipping, they demand talent, and you have none left.
Take 2
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