small song

my bed 2 A.M.
the silence my friend
is another dull tone on the line

and slowly the moon
sings another pale tune
and already already i am fine

in the dust far behind me
lies the salt of your tears

in the blue sea before me
lies the waste of my years

i thought once i'd make it
but now i know clear

that nothing will ever be mine

black ribbons

i left you walking half
to forever in all the barns
hands were turning mad
pulleys still upon
the doorknob i left
you even when i
looked i split
my lips.

i don't fit in much
of anywhere between
the thrall and the frame kid
socks and fingers worn
where i've used them my
intention no more than the
knobs of an old
electric.

blood tears and teeth
blood tears and teeth
blood tears and teeth
blood tears and teeth

morning on the train (on a bookmark, my bookmark)

what is wrong
with a dog in the grass. today
the sun is on my knees.
a smile is on the garage
door. and everywhere
the monochromatic joy
of the sky. five
thousand humans move
together. air blows
because of a process
involving freon. rings
mark the hands
of the taken. when
the ground cries out what
it's missing always is
the cadence of their
boots.

the questions of your life (phase 1)

• If you had to identify yourself as composed of three different authors, who would they be?
  
  
• If your house/apartment/cardboard-box was on fire and you could grab only one item before escaping, what would it be?
  
  
• Would you rather live by the mountains or by the sea?
  
  
• What song would you like to die to? What song should play at your funeral? Are they the same song?
  
  
• What animal are you? If you want to, explain.
  
  
• What would it take to make you give up everything?
  
  
• Describe your ideal breakfast. This means more than just the food. Where are you sitting? What's the light like? What are you wearing on your feet?
  
  
• What's the last thing that made you cry? If you refuse to cry, what's the last thing that made you feel oh so very bad?
  
  
• Bestow on yourself a nickname. Don't tell anyone what it is. You may have noticed that this is not a question. Do it anyway.
  
  
• Suppose you're stuck in a weird acid flashback, in which 5 minutes of your past keeps happening over and over, an endless loop. What happens in that 5 minutes?