It’s twilight.
At the west side, a young artist’s dog has a curious look to him,
Waiting for night-time to arrive.
A piece of chocolate sits dangerously close to the edge of a table.
Behind a portrait of Romeo & Juliet, an invisible war
Is stirring between the ghosts and the angels.
But it is merely a game, a game of different worlds,
A story of what happens in a young man’s home
When he isn’t listening.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Stranger
Strawberry-blonde hair
A relative stranger,
Other than a few
Spaced-out sentences
And stories of
Fallen bra straps
A relative stranger,
Other than a few
Spaced-out sentences
And stories of
Fallen bra straps
September '09
Scribbled lists and thick-rimmed glasses
Two identical cars
parked next to each other
in a parking lot
Emotion needs no grammar
Black trees against a backdrop of storm cloud-peach
Beehive ceilings
Stagnant goodbyes
That curious fluttering feeling
when a stranger walks close to you
Her body moves like air, as if born from the wind
Swimming in burlap
Daylight fades like an old photograph
Linear bruises against white skin
The awful crunch of an apple between sensitive teeth
A guy with a limp and a girl with hair as long as she is
Taking blood from the vein of an arm
like siphoning gasoline from a car
The feeling of walking at night
when no one is around
as if humankind ceases to exist
The sudden impulse to taste or smell or feel a person
rather than see them
The soft, sultry way smoke rises from a cigarette
like a question
Two identical cars
parked next to each other
in a parking lot
Emotion needs no grammar
Black trees against a backdrop of storm cloud-peach
Beehive ceilings
Stagnant goodbyes
That curious fluttering feeling
when a stranger walks close to you
Her body moves like air, as if born from the wind
Swimming in burlap
Daylight fades like an old photograph
Linear bruises against white skin
The awful crunch of an apple between sensitive teeth
A guy with a limp and a girl with hair as long as she is
Taking blood from the vein of an arm
like siphoning gasoline from a car
The feeling of walking at night
when no one is around
as if humankind ceases to exist
The sudden impulse to taste or smell or feel a person
rather than see them
The soft, sultry way smoke rises from a cigarette
like a question
August '09
Ripples on water // Reflections on cars
Wet hair, tangled sheets
Water splatters the windshield like blood exiting a bullet wound
Walking with dream ghosts
The urge for something new
Wet hair, tangled sheets
Water splatters the windshield like blood exiting a bullet wound
Walking with dream ghosts
The urge for something new
July '09
Yellow walls and a bottle of pills
Ugly pond, old memories
Eviscerated tree
Shadows on mushroom clouds
The cacophony of a dog’s claws clicking on tile
A discarded boot
Vespertine eyes
Heavy raindrops pang on gutters like stones
Staring at eyelids
Headless bodies above pits of diamonds
White plains of concrete
Speckled moth
A cigarette peaks out beneath a white mustache
A single candle’s vibration
Ugly pond, old memories
Eviscerated tree
Shadows on mushroom clouds
The cacophony of a dog’s claws clicking on tile
A discarded boot
Vespertine eyes
Heavy raindrops pang on gutters like stones
Staring at eyelids
Headless bodies above pits of diamonds
White plains of concrete
Speckled moth
A cigarette peaks out beneath a white mustache
A single candle’s vibration
May '09
In a bubble of rainfall
traveling to nowhere
Drifting limbs
“Hiding under water to avoid the rain”
The smell of unwashed hair
naked arms
Colonies in fluorescent lighting
Pulling bones from the woodwork
Old on the bottom, new on the top
Rainwater that brings childlike notions
Chairs with heartbeats
traveling to nowhere
Drifting limbs
“Hiding under water to avoid the rain”
The smell of unwashed hair
naked arms
Colonies in fluorescent lighting
Pulling bones from the woodwork
Old on the bottom, new on the top
Rainwater that brings childlike notions
Chairs with heartbeats
April '09
Dancing newspapers.
People who move like ants.
“The child confronts the world with wondering eyes. He is always drunk.”
Sassy skeleton.
“The human soul is a harmony.”
Malleable spines leave little for the insides.
Painted lips the color of sunset.
Look at me with eyes like cushions.
Drink me up and swallow me down.
Organs act as wrenches, twisting the insides.
Take me in facets.
Living with robots that have more personality than your friends.
Rainwater saturates the world in color.
Like a teenager, with living room eyes.
Seeing the world through inverse vision.
Blood rushes to the brain.
People who move like ants.
“The child confronts the world with wondering eyes. He is always drunk.”
Sassy skeleton.
“The human soul is a harmony.”
Malleable spines leave little for the insides.
Painted lips the color of sunset.
Look at me with eyes like cushions.
Drink me up and swallow me down.
Organs act as wrenches, twisting the insides.
Take me in facets.
Living with robots that have more personality than your friends.
Rainwater saturates the world in color.
Like a teenager, with living room eyes.
Seeing the world through inverse vision.
Blood rushes to the brain.
March '09
Eleven empty seats. Two taken.
Deserted classrooms and a sliver of a moon.
Drowned worms in cracks.
Teeth grinding in soil.
A kiss mark with parentheses.
A grey haired man with the top of his convertible down
and a huge smile across his face.
A spoon sits next to me on the bus.
Roll me around on your tongue and spit me out.
Remnants of lipstick on a glass.
A new and spontaneous love for skeletons.
Leaves tremble, anticipating the fall.
Swing toward the sun
when plastic glints like diamonds.
Homes over hills / hills over homes.
Step into the swamp and sink into muck.
Detach, detach, detach.
Pulsating corners, pores in the walls.
Cook the sun until it turns cold.
Illuminated corpses.
Deserted classrooms and a sliver of a moon.
Drowned worms in cracks.
Teeth grinding in soil.
A kiss mark with parentheses.
A grey haired man with the top of his convertible down
and a huge smile across his face.
A spoon sits next to me on the bus.
Roll me around on your tongue and spit me out.
Remnants of lipstick on a glass.
A new and spontaneous love for skeletons.
Leaves tremble, anticipating the fall.
Swing toward the sun
when plastic glints like diamonds.
Homes over hills / hills over homes.
Step into the swamp and sink into muck.
Detach, detach, detach.
Pulsating corners, pores in the walls.
Cook the sun until it turns cold.
Illuminated corpses.
January '09
The sky is split perfectly in half
Snow clings to the underbellies of cars like barnacles
Snow clings to the underbellies of cars like barnacles
November '08
The hood of my coat lies on the bed, like the severed head of an animal.
Gelignite.
Music stops, leaving nothing but two paralleled sets of breathing.
The snow turns everything to a single shade of white.
So near to his face that everything surrounding is a blurry haze except for the glimmer in his eye.
Our cheeks meet like a kiss.
White trash girls buying condoms at a gas station – “Well, at least we’re being safe.”
The feeling of being wrapped up like a baby in the womb.
I take your body, your voice, your organs, your soul, and swallow them whole.
Balancing on wooden planks in the rain like a child. “No one came looking for me.”
Sticky fingers and pastel green hair wax.
Green necklace, green sweater, green water bottle, green tissue box,
green shoes, green shoelaces, green shirt, green pajama pants.
Red toe nails.
Bury yourself in the wrinkles of my skin.
I think I’d trip over my head if it weren’t at the top of my body.
Twilight pink and early afternoon sex.
Gelignite.
Music stops, leaving nothing but two paralleled sets of breathing.
The snow turns everything to a single shade of white.
So near to his face that everything surrounding is a blurry haze except for the glimmer in his eye.
Our cheeks meet like a kiss.
White trash girls buying condoms at a gas station – “Well, at least we’re being safe.”
The feeling of being wrapped up like a baby in the womb.
I take your body, your voice, your organs, your soul, and swallow them whole.
Balancing on wooden planks in the rain like a child. “No one came looking for me.”
Sticky fingers and pastel green hair wax.
Green necklace, green sweater, green water bottle, green tissue box,
green shoes, green shoelaces, green shirt, green pajama pants.
Red toe nails.
Bury yourself in the wrinkles of my skin.
I think I’d trip over my head if it weren’t at the top of my body.
Twilight pink and early afternoon sex.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Lethargy
I'm feeling rather lazy right now and don't feel like writing/revising/posting right now. But I will post some of my work up soon!
-Erin
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