Monday, August 30, 2010

air



sometimes it's just impossible
words are like fucking garbage

Saturday, August 28, 2010

kosong

there's smoke in my iris
but I painted
a sunny day
on the insides of my eyelids

so I'm ready now?

Thursday, August 26, 2010

bloodflow


fuck

the sky is so fucking magnificent

so what's the rest of the story? I'm being quiet here. I'm being still.
so still.
the brighter this light grows

I am 5 years old
I am 73.
I am everything around me


a small breeze
a match.





Wednesday, August 25, 2010

fiction
non-fiction


sandals, tall grass, oil
fish guts


backseats.
a barge
watch it all go
watch it not last






some things are better simply as memories.

and some are not.
raw

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

saya tidak ingin bangun dari bermimpi

roosters
warm pillow
cold morning
the cut on my foot still hurts

stairs
pulse
bare legs
what it feels like to touch my own skin




Monday, August 23, 2010

hour after hour

wind blows into windows
dances with clothes on the line
birds fly
back
and forth
from their nests
in search of some wild things
with which to fill a belly

I wake up
sheet marked
forlorn
red eyed
arching
leaning
staring into a box
pictures of toast
of muscles

remembering life.

we are two bodies
we are pilgrims
we are bigger than the sky
we are
feet shuffling


here I am
a dark street
a creaky step
a corner
a house
a wall
an old store window

a fire escape.

deface me.

I eat words
I memorize lips
I sort
sift
click
shift.

hour after hour


Sunday, August 22, 2010

I want to be a savage. I want to wake up cold and dress in cloaks and furs and go out hunting for your blood. Blood, blood, bloody my hands with your messy heart and wipe it all over my chest. I want bare bones. I want blood.
I want to eat with the lions.