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my hands tucked in my jumper
nervous laughter, cow-eyed.
he did not meet my glance
ducked his head to miss me
full of nothing, for him.
hitched a..
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decaying slowly
shrinking before the sun
a rancid feeling
that smoulders
and then grows
somewhere
above my stomach
but beneath my heart.
a t..
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cunning disguise for sylvia
or so i believe as i stand.
my tin reflection hinting--
the wary stance and mellow smile
of her hopeless poetry.
thro..
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and i'm too tired, too tired too sick. an empty girl, a shell of a person who could dance and sing and love. crowded rooms too much, scream building. ..
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severed, middle, cut fine and clean
the best that could be hoped for, considering.
swallowing, sinking beneath a sweet picture
minimum and hardly g..
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an empty hand clenched and occupied
my soul reminder, only too difficult to speak.
close your eyes and absorb, we fly over.
some blank feeling, som..
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lily-white and pale, unending
your soft breath and minute hands
poetry, you can't help it
it infiltrates every move
and nose to nose
became purit..
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compress me so subtly
the smooth walls that cage me
your strong arms
condense me, slowly
closing in on my identity
sometimes, i have a name.
shu..
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for you
cherry lips, a gaudy smile
a clown's mask, a happy shroud
a stomach churning bile.
your painted harbinger
her eyes, obscured with koh..
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maybe it's a change
like turning off her light
plunging her into blackness
the soft dots of light illuminating
the planes and shadows of skin
wil..
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