I blame Tom for fingers that want to dance along the skin for the fire emerging from sailing within. Advertisements
Sinto o mundo passar à frente e o passo dos meus pés presos com o peso de tempo soldado. Sempre me vi entre as palavras mas talvez as tenha tomado por certas. Devia estudar-lhes os vestidos E deitar fora os panos de padrões pirosos. Por muitos modelos que esboce O meu medo É já são saber costurar
no love is ever lost when love stands still if you save it in a box no love is ever spilled love can never be lost when it’s not carried in words to save every single drop just ignore the hummingbirds if you never reach to taste it no love is ever wasted save your skin from being bitten and […]
It wasn’t like this before. We were never modern or trendy only feeding off old glories of dead sailors and football stars. So we liked having you here: the wealthy relatives who never held us in any regard. But now you come to visit all the time. There is no more sitting outside with a beer and a book contemplating […]
The eyes In my mind See all the skies I’ve crossed Since they were left behind Can you see All the seeds you left Inside me How they grow Do you know It is all you I am turning into.
in reality music is more fitting for the measures of this heart but I cannot play all the keys it wants to say so I let it start with these silent songs
It breathes ancient, this thing. It stirs and it rings and pours out of my skin. There’s a tempest within. I should hold down the lid but can’t sail this ship while lost drunk on longing. The sails rip at the seams. My lips holding the seeds I can’t sow – for now. Can the whispering wind let you know […]
Too many bags with too much baggage back from when your heart was savage and oblivious. A bag of lights A bag of doubts An empty bag on where to shout. The bag of tricks you’ve since collected – their smoke and mirrors have now deflected. So pile it up and build a pyre Make a shrine out of the […]
Dimensões conservadas. Discretamente heterogéneo apenas. Linha sem alterações intrínsecas. Septação fúndica já conhecida já alvo de intervenção. Cavidade virtual. Pequenas imagens líquidas infracentimétricas simples. Visibilidade anexial direita mais satisfatória do que a esquerda. Douglas livre.
Como ser imune ao esfumar do corpo (apaga a luz) Tu de braço solto E eu a única elevada no banco de pescoço exposto à tua voz Há entrega num soltar dos ombros no leve descair contra teu peito (como se já tantas vezes o tivesse feito) e os teus dados passam seguros pelos meus a confirmar de relance que […]
Tony Cokayne lived up to his name. (It ran in the family He wasn’t to blame.) Where there was demand, he’d supply Except for wise ass kids Wanting to get high On any shit they could buy. Tony Cokayne felt no shame. He wasn’t one to hide (Only, maybe, from time to time When the cops came snooping by.) He’d […]
it was someone else’s book (one still on the shelf) and all its shades of blue poured in at twelve there were waves along the sideway our underwater promenade a bit like Moses a bit like swimming all while asleep under the linen.
Down the spiral ladder Your pet demons’ visiting hour. (Can you truly hate them when you’re their mother?) Can’t you tame them When light shouts louder? You know better. Being born from the water and all The mysteries you claim to know. Just go under.
maybe I should take up songwriting again though I never could play any instrument well enough to satisfy you melodies in my head.
I used to feed on the unseen – such a tempting, delusive thing – starving leaving my brain to digest not even mist but air I would just leave it there chewing chewing teeth gritting images brewing (they were everywhere) and I carried them faith full the invisible stories too heavy to bare when I should have known ghosts are […]
Simmer down the intermittent pen the intermittent everything this lack of discipline is too exhausting. You’re such a star such a pretty light. Always on always off. Pulsing as if you one day just might expand into soaring flight. But no – not quite. Like a wave a daughter of the restless waters shallow – translucent deep – dark going […]
Only the branches seem to grow and multiply – like Sylvia’s tree. I should not depend on the wind as guide – it changes all the time. But the speed with which I need to grow (do I?) may well be the death of me. Shallow roots grow faster but never hold.
Watch your step as you tread through the depths. The surface is always safe – all lies rest above the ground. So go ahead out the cave all the way down. You may not even be afraid of the dark or damp dusty tunnels you’ll need to cross to get to us. But make sure your lamp light’s enough for […]
Autumn’s mist and Sarah’s Sea I’m back to the months when I longed to see what I’ve since met but have not seen yet.
You have been carried for years on someone else’s lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We never met but I would […]
se me senti encontrada não reclamei que me viu e, pensando-me inerte, deu a volta e seguiu.
Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal Civilizations and their fall I […]
Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There’s nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do you like The boldness in […]
I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the way up up to open […]
it aches my love it aches your silence pressing against my chest my flesh ripping open wounds tiny and big closing and healed it burns my love it burns flames and heat scrapping the surface of some inner organ the hidden place where pain is felt and I try my love to keep my love above the rage I feel […]