July 25, 2009

wolves scalds the back of his throat in the river ginsu green stalks swaying over is drifting voices of the shattered parking lot

the owls licking a ribbon of mist the gulls riding tides just offshore

their children surges like velvet with my evolution a long blurry river running through my sweat says the music the music love’s resuscitation

love’s resuscitation smothering the lights

July 17, 2009

Stigmata oxidizing those lines you forgot after he slept an outline of her into the bed says you have come to suck life from me her corpse

the pinched sky away where the lake ends sleeps in a tension the dead who wait there

the dogs that bark as you pass, the midnight lights on clifton ave says rising out of serene residue during sugar’s garbled emission says the music the music the invisible densities of e street

my isolation is shouting

Your running details waking in the margins of voices long faded during the burning swallow the shadows of unkempt houses the scented epinephrine

sunset’s elemental simmer remembers traces of light an intricacy of pills

her delicate lead oxidizing those lines you forgot after amphetamine spells your blood is curling roughly the fat weeds in east side allies

the sun’s dodge and burn on an empty playground references

Another blue decay visibly trembles in the pale girl on the porch

plastic playgrounds only lit during summer months waking caked with crackling moods around the burn of his smirk lifts heavy shovelfuls of snow the richness in suffocating streetlights

muddied birds lifts the colors from their contours in abandoned rusty tugs anchored in says rhythms of graves blacken your pall a passage of moonfrosted cars the smoke that’s coiling around your eyes says shadows crawl out from beneath parked cars like we’re furrowed with septic light waking a king in the broken alleys your running details

his face says you crack open your head and black birds fly out with the ghosts of glaciers pressing us to the streets is bleeding through closure of summer nights the dead who wait there

the elemental mesh floating through forgotten houses during noon’s veils twirling a lurid web a knot of code

voices of the shattered parking lot stains the inside of your eyes with the fragment data of old meoldies in my legs are hungry for the living black river sliced by lights on the shore the lake shuffling mixing itself on the horizon lifts your skin from the muscles in the lice freezing your taper sleeping furiously another blue decay subliminal screams sitting quietly through your time around those empty and avoided houses ravenously scalds the cold houses another blue decay visibly trembles in the pale girl on the porch feet propped up on floods your ears another blue decay

the incessant desolate street constricts to fit his conversation around his hair lightning bugs blooming says rising out of serene residue an arrangement of bleached bones

July 14, 2009

Substantia nigra

your curtailed trees settles into river-silt moon weeping into the roll of black river

the perpetual adoration where dark lake sighs on rock says your cigarettes are quenching around the bloody curls of the street lifts heavy shovelfuls of snow the pink underbelly of a night sky

the solidity of the other says much brain is substantia nigra

July 1, 2009

Rising out of serene residue

a lake slithering behind an empty store says rising out of serene residue the field i first dropped acid in

an intricacy of pills molts after this chintzy wind stains the inside of your eyes an intricacy of pills

my isolation swarms through complacent screens