October 2010
2 posts
Doubms
Alcohol song scrapes cold matches rising in my head over paper sand, buzzing flames ignite and listen to my chest. I’m focussing hard to feel and in my skin I settle for second best. Distortion feeding back through one of my tools puts all attributes aside and decides that I am a human being rising liquid in my mouth, rising air in my cavities, unequal make the world silent. My eyes are open...
High Sooner
Nothing akin to the pathetic light of day wakes you with such a start as a connection- our earlier death marked the rise of a totalitarianism that picks at the scabs on my knees until they are white, click click and removal, pricks my ears with dark joy at your head, your mouth, your breath that is also mine and the rabbit that stared and stuffed its mouth with gemstones, we gave it rhinestones...
