06/20 streaking the window, fading into watercolor. an ode to david.

[hailish]

becoming ceramic.
with forward eyes, fixed.
piling ashes of temporary genius into the chimney...
to streak charcoal through the mind to moisten our intuition.
make me lost.
make me unadmirable.
-i can fit into the waffle iron.-
i swoon in your headturned unnoticings.
olympic torch pried from my hands.
as you hum sweet elevator music through me, writhing.
i thank god for awkward contortions like this...
for nearly silent expressions and dying minutes.
for the feeling of standing in an empty stadium
and drowning in my colorless aspiration.

centered and hovering between thick parallel lines.
smearing the frenzy with my cordless mouth.
sweating gasoline and sour wine.
clenched fists and rooms of shattered chalk.
cackling in methodical orphaned gasps.
effortless. uncontrolable.
i hope to wake tomorrow in the middle of the pacific ocean.
force-fed by my own hands, this intense tired world of blank film.

i only ask that when you hold me
-with both hands-
that you would please tear me up.
just one last moment.
just one.
this is where we needed to be..
in lacking buildings, wrapped tightly in absent arms.
we can replace yes with several consonants.

[Tiësto*s_Girl]

Wow cool poem... no I'm kidding i know how much you hate that...

So I see you started writing agian? Caved into your own painful memories you'd rather dispell....? But you couldn't could you?