poem for past midnight
when i close my eyes
against nighttime darkness
in a bed's cool sheets and heavy blankets
and sleep is wrapping up around me,
like love
it's you who is within me,
heating my blood,
your face imprinted on the inside of my eyelids
indelible,
like love
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
October 25th, 2010
there is a full moon
and we're acting crazy
like we're supposed to
when the moon is full
hanging heavy in a deep, black sky
a white pearl eclipses reason
blots out the parts of us
that make us see sense
in other words
we are blinded by the glare
of our own failings
and we rage.
and we're acting crazy
like we're supposed to
when the moon is full
hanging heavy in a deep, black sky
a white pearl eclipses reason
blots out the parts of us
that make us see sense
in other words
we are blinded by the glare
of our own failings
and we rage.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
October 19th, 2010
one month and four days have passed
that is 34 days or a fuck of a lot of hours
since they broke your window and crashed into your house,
pilfering through your things and stealing them
you were robbed, (though this is a word you try not to say too often
this is a word you keep to yourself, for late nights when you can't sleep and you roll it around and over your tongue like a secret shame)
and you thought you had the list, you thought you had it all:
1. camera
2. bicycle
3. necklace
4. ipod
5. computer one
6. computer two
but today you discover: they took your food scale
and this shocks you
and surprises you
but not, surprisingly, because it's a fresh violation.
what shocks you is that you have been off your diet for
thirtyfour days
that's a fuck of a lot of days
to cheat.
that is 34 days or a fuck of a lot of hours
since they broke your window and crashed into your house,
pilfering through your things and stealing them
you were robbed, (though this is a word you try not to say too often
this is a word you keep to yourself, for late nights when you can't sleep and you roll it around and over your tongue like a secret shame)
and you thought you had the list, you thought you had it all:
1. camera
2. bicycle
3. necklace
4. ipod
5. computer one
6. computer two
but today you discover: they took your food scale
and this shocks you
and surprises you
but not, surprisingly, because it's a fresh violation.
what shocks you is that you have been off your diet for
thirtyfour days
that's a fuck of a lot of days
to cheat.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
October 6th, 2010
we are tiptoeing on the edges of happiness
going in circles, sometimes, of course,
but the point is we are getting closer to the centre
this is like a record, remember those? old-fashioned, like Love, like This
i can't help but look
sideways, out of the corner of my eye, back-glancing as we go
and behind us the edges are slipping away, crumbling, and i can't tell if this
destruction of the past is
good
or
bad
going in circles, sometimes, of course,
but the point is we are getting closer to the centre
this is like a record, remember those? old-fashioned, like Love, like This
i can't help but look
sideways, out of the corner of my eye, back-glancing as we go
and behind us the edges are slipping away, crumbling, and i can't tell if this
destruction of the past is
good
or
bad
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
October 5th, 2010
plagiarism
Refrain 1 (A1)
Line 2 (b)
Refrain 2 (A2)
Line 4 (a)
Line 5 (b)
Refrain 1 (A1)
Line 7 (a)
Line 8 (b)
Refrain 2 (A2)
Line 10 (a)
Line 11 (b)
Refrain 1 (A1)
Line 13 (a)
Line 14 (b)
Refrain 2 (A2)
Line 16 (a)
Line 17 (b)
Refrain 1 (A1)
Refrain 2 (A2)
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Refrain 1 (A1)
Line 2 (b)
Refrain 2 (A2)
Line 4 (a)
Line 5 (b)
Refrain 1 (A1)
Line 7 (a)
Line 8 (b)
Refrain 2 (A2)
Line 10 (a)
Line 11 (b)
Refrain 1 (A1)
Line 13 (a)
Line 14 (b)
Refrain 2 (A2)
Line 16 (a)
Line 17 (b)
Refrain 1 (A1)
Refrain 2 (A2)
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Monday, October 4, 2010
sunday october 3rd, 2010
awake awake awake awake
it's because we slept so long this morning
but also because
we are sleeping alone tonight.
it's because we slept so long this morning
but also because
we are sleeping alone tonight.
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