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Archive for November 2004

so

In Residue on 17 November 2004 with no comments

So jealously do all of you guard your
Petty discretion.

So hungrily do all of you savor your
Delusions of propriety.

So completely do I want to
Pity you;

But I can’t stomach giving you
That much.

So, well, fuck you.

digging

In Residue on 12 November 2004 with no comments

A lithe, aged man stands within a circle of trees. Beside him is a pile of freshly-turned soil, small creatures burrowing in and out, bewildered. A light ran falls, forming in gentle rivulets streaming around his bare feet. His hands slowly, diligently carve into the softened ground, expanding a hole now large enough to fit [...]

old 1

In Residue on 5 November 2004 with no comments

Culled from the bones of an old place, c. 7/17/02

So, in my bid to actively rid myself of…wait, that’s a shitty way to start.

Again: I came up here to write some stuff, whatever it was that needed out, so I could function today. What I’ve done is

try to tweak my computer “quickly”, a proposition that [...]

tomorrow

In Residue on 3 November 2004 with no comments

Not the
Whore,
Nor the
Virgin;
But a woman, you are.

I wanted to
Come on the highway,
Come so hard I wrecked and
Died and smiled my way through the
Windshield.

I wanted to hear you
Cry,
Feel your tears on my
Chest,
Not for your sadness but for your
Trust.

I wanted to hear you laugh and
Plead,
“Stop! I’m going to pee!”

I wanted to feel less than
More,
Beaten,
Broken,
Not beneath me [...]

photosynthekiss

In Residue on 1 November 2004 with no comments

You can’t know what you are
In my world.

I’ll tell you every day.

But you can’t know.

You feed to me either with pieces of me I’ve
Long ago harvested and left
In baskets by the trail;
or pieces left to rot on the vine.

You cast a nourishing brightness on acres left
Fallow,
Unsown,
And yet there grows fruit for wine.