Sunday, July 22, 2012

Stange Attractor

sharp objects.
we explore each others bodies north and south.
scars from a fathers hand and mothers mouth.
had the words sunk in ,
had the nights washed over
i could have never reached her
where i swam out

a little rusty
a little worn

a distance
north and south
broken compass
torn map

here is the knowing part
ends with gray skies
a scene in the rain
we can't hear
the words 
ends with
sharp objects

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The return of captain big mouth

Push wrong buttons
and fever sweat memories
kissed out like the heat
i knew

make my way back
to extreme
fragile circus
to the work 
i do
steering the ship 

floating through
starry sky and
black ink sea 
missing her
smack back 

the way out lies
the way out
over- boat
low- tones

big pink sky
red eye shadow
maxed out to revenge
this should have
have been 

sinking ships
sinking ships