December 2008
3 posts
f e e l
everything gets mucked up with the grime of only being partly here. you can’t move fast enough to keep it clean, to keep it flowing. you sit and think about it and the life drains plain out of you. days pass. weeks. months. nothing gives in this thick bind and everything is spent keeping up or denying. you collect habits and sleep on a pillow of promises growled into the night. you...
a n t a r c t i c a
boundless sky of skyscraper deep ice, a pall of blue and shapless nothing. no lines reachout to the dark from kicking ankles. no whores of science wait legs-open calling. life is everywhere and death is a sheet falling. streams of breath, pool argent then, scream and twist what can only be up. there is a single hole, a pock of deep blue, lost forever in mindless white. hands fevered brush nothing...
muscle spasm.