Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The sun
comes out around the lake--
--the trees stand tall
in the water.
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Friday, June 18, 2010

White Cottage-
you're not a place
for all I know-
I saw you painted
on a wall.
Then what are you?
I want to see-
back to these rolling
hills I'll go.
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

You, my friend--
You and I shall
die away--
The world will stay.
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Saturday, November 28, 2009

It is strange
how the day
looks at me--
looks away.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I wish I could believe in God
but the thought of believing
is almost as absurd as the
actual existence.

Silence holds the world enthralled
by its lack of volume.
It must surely hate all the
noise that people create
trying to explain it.


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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Lunch with Anubis—
Tea with Death—
A walk to the cornerstone—
Scepter in hand.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

And the moral questions of the ages.
Commenced.
Died.
Flayed like the skin of a human hide.

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Saturday, February 21, 2009

There’s a stream that trickles
along the eastern-most part of
town.

Devils slink and claim the cobblestone
that ate the acid of last night’s
murder.

Some poor motherfucker drifts
in the eastern-most part of town—
eyes staring at the cosmos.

I pass by. The past hoped that it
was dead, but eternal.

What lies.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009

I saw the stars
and the black bell ring
beneath a silver stream of death—
the eyes were glass
and rivers glean
the blood of faces seeing naught.

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