Your spine is dorsal,
like cala lillies,
in the morning.
Shark-toothed, when you
bite my thighs,
when you break the skin.
I was wondering how to
walk through doors
without you?
If our room
would always be this
fish-bowl prison.
Our mouths only opening
bottles and lies.
Monday, October 23, 2006
we have arrived
in v-town, just accross the river from p-town! we have a loft! it is all very exciting!
will & s.
will & s.
Relationship Poem 1: Mechanical Pencil
I held you once
in the abrasive glow
of flourescent lights.
And we made a language
together
of lead and loops.
O, were I again a finger
upon such subtle ridges!
Combing your point across
oblivious whiteness, and
words like sugar on the
brittle tips of us
breaking into nothing.
in the abrasive glow
of flourescent lights.
And we made a language
together
of lead and loops.
O, were I again a finger
upon such subtle ridges!
Combing your point across
oblivious whiteness, and
words like sugar on the
brittle tips of us
breaking into nothing.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
a note
hi all,
just a note: as something of an exercise (& to keep me going on the novella i started a very long time ago) i will be posting one chapter a week, give or take, as i go through the editing process at amputations which now also appears at the bottom of the sidebar. I'd appreciate any comments ya'll might have as i try to edit/finish writing the damned thing.
will
just a note: as something of an exercise (& to keep me going on the novella i started a very long time ago) i will be posting one chapter a week, give or take, as i go through the editing process at amputations which now also appears at the bottom of the sidebar. I'd appreciate any comments ya'll might have as i try to edit/finish writing the damned thing.
will
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