Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I wish I didn't know my face.





hideous voice
tells me in misleading groans
sever
swallow

cataract

I give my struggle
and the fog bonds
opacity

Sunday, June 07, 2009

I want to throw it up.
Out of me.

Saturday, June 06, 2009




After a while you won't want to come back anyway
but I don't think I could believe you if ever you did.

These lines are in my face.
I'm older now



I love you.
and
it moves me in the deep places.