Be you, me, and give him away to the wind. She’s holding a drum. It’s upside down. Struck by the hands pushing out of the graves. A vascular landscape. Leading us around in a circle. A conga line of contention. Screaming at the back of each others heads. The wires of our thoughts. Frayed and sparking. Frightening away our hesitation. And luring in the will to create. To be...
What is it they say about the willing?
In and out. Expand and collapse. Trick or treating for jewels. Lungs like balloons. Pinched tight and screaming. Eyes wide open. Mouth covered closed. Cracked lips that sift the whispers. A lifetime of goodnights. Breathing like it’s your job. Kisses like shrapnel….. that will take forever to surface. When it’s all said and done. When shame leaves it’s bruise. When you...
Children of contestants born to lose
It’s been about a year since the break up of a band that I was in called Sensei. We’d gone as far as recording a 3 song EP called Courtship (which never saw the light of day). Here it is in it’s entirety. I mean shit, it’s not like we made it to sit around and wax nostalgic. Right? http://www.mediafire.com/?cpbadpba1yi3zdx
Feet scuff when I walk. Jaw clicks when I talk. Heart skips when I wish. At least I’m not an oil slick fish or a freezing wind. I’m animate and cognizant. Intimate and elaborate. A detective. With suspicion. And a sin unforgiven.
She eats a piece of my shattered heart upon every...
If you have a posse on broadway, you’re more than likely a big fan of Adam Lambert. Tell the family!
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I need to wreck on an island. I want to marry a beautiful “native” woman and have 1000 “native” children. I’ll play guitar and sing with the kids. We’ll make toy airplanes from the native Balsa wood. I’ll make the sun compete with a constant flow of Mojito’s to see who can make me feel hotter. And in the evenings I’ll tell amazing stories...