Monday, August 20, 2007
















This is piercing gravity
Ripping through the abdomen
And shooting tingling nothingness
And heaviness
And tears

Over spilled milk and traffic
Sneering adolescent teeth
Still jagged edged from their proximity
To breaking gums

Please leave me to my whiskey
And pulpy novels and peanut butter.
Please leave me alone
To dream of war-torn streets
And baskets full of heads.

6 comments:

Jane said...

Please leave me to my whiskey
And pulpy novels and peanut butter.
Please leave me alone
To dream of war-torn streets
And baskets full of heads.

NO

La Sirena said...

Judgey!

Zoro said...

Whiskey whirling tonite off the ship in (fuck am I really) Britain, your thoughts are purely an extension of your fingers and then time passes some and even the sad grooves are good grooves COS THE WHISKEY HELPS!!

Z

twit said...

Read what you like, just pass the Irish, will ya!?

Then, I'll go away.

La Sirena said...

Z -- drunken telepathy and home, sweet home ....

twit -- I'll share the Irish and you needn't leave me alone, just respect the golden silence and make no demands, pretty please.

twit said...

k