new poem [July 21st, 2008 @ 12:45am] [ mood | complacent ] I know I haven't been here in for ever but I kind of wanted to write something : My hands are sullied with your Smell. In the movies we find the darkest spaces And the same in your Shadowy car You keep one eye open, checking behind me as Drawers, cabinets flung loose and Shake underwear, shirts, shoes on the Floor. Shadows, headlights, smoldering the windshield Smoldering us Making us an ornament in someone else’s night-dark palm Surrounded by dark-shadowed metal: car doors, inert headlights We are flesh, we, inside the snowglobe: only we do not move Or if we do (when the car door slams) no one notices it, my clothes (newly rumpled) make my body look different, make me look different: as if I was flung off someone’s precious shelf. I doubt the plasticity of my own hands. I swing them up, like swans, for repentance And discover instead, your deep-callused Palms. I would lovelove if you responded. Reply / 1 / Comment / Memories / Edit /

New Writing Journal, Friends Only and stuff.... [September 20th, 2005 @ 5:45pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Basically this is my writing journal and while I haven't used it in a good three months, I'm sure I will at one time or another. What I have is random and unrelated. Friend me to read it; constructive criticism welcome as always. Reply / 51 / Comment / Memories / Edit /

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