Saturday Night Between HeavenThe devil is loaded up on vodka and love, speaking half-French like a bourgeois ghost, stripped of fiendish horns and tail, and comely-dressed, fairly innocuous, basically lovely in a suit and tie, the silver-tongued bastard,Saturday Night Between Heaven
telling good jokes at the bar, staring at the red-clad angel, wingless, sitting on the piano. The devil jerks at the noose
his tie has made around his neck while the angel strokes the string of pearls collected around her throat and throws her head back at some insipid mortal sentiment lacking polish and the devil drops his empty
UntitledShe was thinking love resembled a scissor, hinged masterfully on a gold pin,Untitled
heavy cold weight in the palm and two blades sharpening on each other. She read a book by a pool in Las Vegas, trying to conjure the cool beauty of Ava Gardner with the tilt of her head, the curve of her back on the lounge chair.
"Love is not a scissor," she thought. "More like a lead pipe or a wrench or a candlestick. . . " Russian roulette. The red varnish of gambling was deep and infinite, lit
like a New Wave Christmas tree, neon and spastic. She pushed the big silver-screen
ReachYou put something thicker than denim between us that night, crawling into bed dressed, then confessing you're still kind of in love with that girl, interminable Jenny, who holds back your hands as long as you let her. Her reach, all the way from New York, is amazing.Reach
I lay there silently in my underwear, black and suggestive, wishing I could see the stars through your window, or parked cars, people moving in another bedroom, anything distracting, and the liquor I drank didn't help to sort me out or hold me down. I didn't expect it to, but I h
Wanna Get it Right-Wanna Get it Right: A Sonic EmbodimentWanna Get it Right-
I’ve read everything and you seem kinda fucked up kinda pissed off
off on tangents lots of that off-and-on, sweet unpredictable
focused madness that spreads and intrigues and I mirror we mirror I’d watch your face and trace the changes thatfast, not so fast as 8mm film tick ticking winding through wheels cogs reeling back on itself reflexive like all this cyclical all that rolling circular back and forth still brilliance from green to blue sharp shots pairing wit imparting fabulous personal truths which wind
where are youuntitledA trance, held in a glanceuntitled
of mystical elliptical circles spinning twisting and turning
of space and... Time?
Time is relative. Time is a relative, of God, of my Father. Time is my severe uncle.
Time tried to teach me a lesson once but,
I was distracted, By your fingers surrounded by saturn
rings By your hands playing with planets tied to strings
-Interfeci
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'Give support and help others'
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The cruelest lies are often told without a word -
The kindest truths are often spoke and never heard.
Ben Folds
o, it means a lot to me.
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amelia.
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would that i were bold enough
to face my fears bare-footed.
Whoa,you've got nice Poems!
Keep up the great work,miss!
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