Clear

5-27-08

I want you to get it.
I apologize that we have been a bit –blageau (cloudy) [unclear] translucent.
 
Come into these words. I want you to understand them.
You may misconstrue, misread or misinterpret; just don’t neglect to get in it.
Feel it to its full comprehension.
Let your fingers sink in the substance and dig around.
 
Because I really want you to feel,
I cant let a chance to touch something solid pass us by.
 
When I write I always want it to be significant,
I like when it rocks my perception—makes my thoughts open up.
Sometimes I just let the words run wild.
I skip back to it and I’ve just realized you have no clue what I’m talking about.
 
I think you need to feel it too.
I’m not looking for a shared experience…I guess I’m just looking to share.
 
So take my apology for every over-thought apostrophe, every idea so surreal Dali couldn’t paint it. 
It’s more important that you are touching it than passing your eyes over top of big, insignificant words.
 
“Draw me unto you and we will run together,”
I will be clear and you can really get it.

Clear

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stop

6-13-08

stop

just stop

pick a spot turn, drop to

stop.

 

just stop

 

blundering, wondering, numbering.

Please, stop.

 

and stop.

take a chair,

couch,

floor,

door,

war,

whore,

more

stop. cease. release. in one piece. no niece.

(I’m too young and far more likely.)

 

flirting, skirting, inverting

my face so it’s me,

to a tee, and now free, to be, prett-ee,

 

and stop.

 

2..4..5..6

stop.

block this sock

take a bow you have wowed them all with how you

stop 1..2 stop 4..5 stop 7.. and

 

stop.

 

Courtesy of Smash Materials

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Thought of Three

4-27-08

 

the evanescent thump of you

pervading in my inappropriate parts–

 

to the second gender that smells as sweet,

to the separate lender who I never keep,

 

sweep my wave again,

pulse my crave my friend

 

because there are where the words lie;

because this is why I cannot cry.

 

 

 

caught in the mind of me,

all in the thought of three.

He made me rhyme

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8-24-07

she thought it was because of a kiss

or maybe just for lack of this

but his songs keep her coming back

to all she thought she had packed

this can’t bring him back, it didn’t before

it’s not even worth it, their friendship is more

but she can’t help but notice that her perfect man

looks more and more like her best friend…damn.

I don’t understand it cause he sure doesn’t see it

it’s not that she wants it, it’s that they just fit

cause perfect turned out a bit lopsided

she smiles to be so misguided

it must be him, she’s even changed her mind

look at this, she learned how to rhyme.