Monday, July 19, 2010

i dream
i am masturbating
in the middle of a hotel room
standing between two beds
sleeping friends occupy them both
i am limp and want so bad to come
but someone turns over in their sleep
and i am gone

Thursday, July 15, 2010

i dreamt
of having viscious sex with you
you were eight months pregnant
and i don't know why

i dreamt
of creating a landscape painting
with a deep purple sun set
and blurry black animals in the foreground
with white stitching eyes

i dreamt
of drawing a self portrait
with an erratic and vague outline
of my soft body
but an intricately shaded image of my nose
it was meant to represent smell
and the clarity it brings
to memory

Sunday, July 11, 2010

straight edge
carved into a rusting bridge
in a weed filled town
in my new jagged home

Saturday, July 10, 2010

oh i
eighty on ninety four
your cracking tar is the fragile branch
for my timid little claws to inch out on
do you sway so easily?
do the whistling winds bend your western reach?
or will weighty water drips tip your
end into an early earthen bed?

no, you grow and flow towards the east
a sense of the sun's subtle warmth
a blooming expansion outward
oh i
eighty on ninety
little feathered wings in a whirling flurry
do they ever tire?
where do i land?