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"for sale: baby shoes, never worn"
a brief remark to miami's flotsam and jetsam. andres talks to the city. animal husbandry for the fairer species. break ups and sweet revenge. elvis costello and the first girl i thought i loved. five hundred miles apart we've lived. i force poetry. instead, kneel. the divorce. the importance of circumstance, date, and time. the nuptial hour. the stench of reconciliation. the threeness of things. the threeness of things (II). the way the world is spent. why they used to preach in latin. you kiss with childish desperation. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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The vast behavior of cages, Rather, I am lost in copious belief. The way that house paint smells, it borders on pure memory. Tomorrow is a day for relief and a day for excitement For sweet reunions I suppose. Meet short skirts and rosaries, They go hand-in-hand. Art these days has been reduced to line-work and free interpretation, The least of my laments. Rather, This supposed liquor, This Bacchus and stage-two sleep, It happens to be fucking with my head. With the state of my spine. With the brittleness of my fingernails, It all has something to do with. I seem to be the wasting world and incremental swine, I seem to be excessive adjectives. All morning I fidget in my seat under the judging gaze of strangers, Feeling pure noise and never knowing where to set my eyes. My mouth tastes like the metallic decay of scar-tissue. Who invented this horrible thing? Advances in technology and medical science have done me no good at all. I want this ignorant pain. I want this unspeakable beauty forever. Rather, I have been caught unawares. |