i read a story
of a boy who'd never hurt
self-stalled, wouldn't fall
then, one who jumped - deep,
expecting, couldn't keep o'er
the waves; they broke him
both phoenix'd; all's fine
but presuming lost both time
suggestion: love, let.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
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Labeled under:
cause i hope you still look at these,
more to come,
night,
oakland
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
deep bass
do you acknowledge:
these dream-like occurrences
are stubbornly real
if before, in doubt
you sought assurances, now
it's a beat you feel
***
we sailed a boat once,
out past the docks, and we jumped
off your bow, tandem
these dream-like occurrences
are stubbornly real
if before, in doubt
you sought assurances, now
it's a beat you feel
***
we sailed a boat once,
out past the docks, and we jumped
off your bow, tandem
our ins and outs
nostalgic notions
mud and wood hikes, pennies flat
our compelling tides
***
please plait my brown locks
but if you pull my hair, i'll
pull yours; s'only fair.
mud and wood hikes, pennies flat
our compelling tides
***
please plait my brown locks
but if you pull my hair, i'll
pull yours; s'only fair.
who's pulling
some say, in your dreams,
you're third person to the scene–
hands-off narrator
ah, but be awake
and when your tendons pull, pay
mind to who's pulling
you're third person to the scene–
hands-off narrator
ah, but be awake
and when your tendons pull, pay
mind to who's pulling
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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