Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Do you see what she does to me?



When they found her body, her eyes, had been
licked out. she lied limply on the cold bed.
fear frozen on her face. The blood loss was
minor, in fact her silk white gloves remained
untattered .

When in custody, the accused was questioned
as to what happen. He responded, "I needed to
see how she sees, how can she be like that, so
proud, so confident, so joyed, how does one
exist like that? I just wanted to see for a moment
what that could be like"

the officer held back tears placing the docile stranger
in cuffs.

Monday, September 29, 2008

the harvest moon has past



is there any where near Los Angeles where I can watch
the sentimental death of nature to help me prepare for
the cruel winter of introspection that happens in this
religious cycle?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

post-mortemism



Even death his self, in personification would become exhausted.
yet, he knew his job, he could not be lazy.
for with out death at work, nothing else works.
with the way things work now.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

A view of the Thalassic



no matter how many terrible reflective surface deep
charlatan minds try to ruin the image of the sea
with there cheap prose and uncultured sentiments
it will take them over and has an eternal presence of
terror and beautiful captivation.

Friday, September 26, 2008

The Subtle Prince's Subtle Path



And there he sat, alone, before the bar on a street,
pints in his stomach and tears in his eyes
reading surprised some one could understand and speak
so soft and iridescently of such things.

he could under stand himself
and why prometheus would have to endure such torment

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Fictive syntax



"cant leave this god damn room, cant touch that desk,
cant clean up, cant work.

just cant do it anymore"

he thought to himself, as he look at the sty of
a room he left from when he was diagnosed with
lethargy.

what happen to him, you ask?

every time he tried to imagine a plan

he heard God's side split with laughter

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Do they all suffer?



black goat i too suffer

how do you hypnotize so?

for your gluttony

with your chiseled horns

and capricious eyes

while i drip down as nothing.

a suffering nothing.