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Archive for October 2004

tangled

In Residue on 26 October 2004 with no comments

cocks o’ the walls mill about,
stroking one and all,
ejaculate like gossamer in the cobblestone,
spun a selfish web.

i stroke alone,
thanks;
but all streets save theirs are in
disrepair.

so, to hell,
i’ll stay put.

seed one

In Residue on 26 October 2004 with no comments

Jesus lifted his last restraint at the
End of the century,
And I couldn’t begin to tell you what he
Saw in her anyway.

She threw her head back,
She threw her head back,

And that beauty spilled out
Across the highway
Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds.

Coming down off the mountain of nails
Designed to keep him in ecstacy,
And I couldn’t [...]

verse four

In Residue on 25 October 2004 with no comments

i stink of the second-hand
impressions i’ve given.

i’ve wallowed in
vicarious caprice, and
come up dirtier in spots,
cleaner in others,
than i in reality
am.

uncork the “fuck you” and
drink.

new

In Residue on 22 October 2004 with no comments

I’ve heat recently near
Exhaustion,
Succumbing to a chill susurrus,
Bleeding silence.

You.

You flowed to, and
Slowly soaked into,
Me.

At once a fuel and a spark.

Not incendiary,
Not a pyrotechnic show with
Smoke and shrapnel.

Less a torch than an oil lamp,
I the wick.

You flowed to, and
Slowly soaked into,
Me.

Now I am lit,
Gently,
Cleanly,
Sometimes brightly.

You flowed to, and
Slowly soaked into,
Me.

I will flow to, and
Slowly soak into,
You.

ass

In Residue on 20 October 2004 with no comments

not tappin’ yours no more
’cause you’re full of it
of shit
of hate
of ignorance.

you can mother
but you’re a mother fucker
i can’t stand you
but i can stand
with or without you.

here’s my hand
the only hand i have to offer
you’ll bite it
i know
but i’ll offer it anyway—

once.

once only.

if you bite it
it’s your loss
’cause you’re lost
and i won’t find you this [...]

too

In Residue on 19 October 2004 with no comments

I want to herald the birth of clouds,
Sitting with you in the low brush on the desert side of a mountain.

I want to sit with you in a dark theater and pay
Absolutely no attention to the screen.

I want to find a point about which there is
No compromise between us,
And fight,
And realize that there is nought [...]

closer

In Residue on 15 October 2004 with no comments

In our thin ribbon of night, I see my fingers penetrate your skin, just below the sternum. I see my forearm buried in your chest, my hand closing around your heart. My fingers constrict, the meat beats faster, and I see blood rushing to your eyes. In this moment, you are mine. [...]