Love lacks apology.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Pop Quiz
How is your hair not like the ashed skeleton of a Ginko tree in 1945 Hiroshima who was fucked until shining by a foreign gal Enola?
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tonight
Today is the sharp angles of a window frame cut against pale white-blue atmosphere. That is all today can hope to be; tonight blurs.
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Monday, February 8, 2010
Blaspheme and become swallowed in salvation: a bible
What if
I can't bear to love
God theory
so much
as I
love
you? Will it all
f
a
l
l, our lovely fire storm?
What if the boy-
s who say,
Jesus is the one
way
up,
don't understand,
what it is
to want
down?
And fall,
fall,
fall
is all I can do
with
you.
Inside a chestnut, I know the pain of passion, inside of you I slide cross milk stars, and dream of things less sharply angled.
That if
God
wrote
you,
I will read
and might believe.
That no
old
book,
might show me
Him
but
you.
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