Friday, December 28, 2012

Sunday, December 23, 2012

entropic paradise

I've been asleep and going back to sleep—Facebook

as though it doesn't matter it all happens
she is just gone, down somewhere
the boy looks down that road late at night
listens for anything that says

I have been sleeping I am going back through
the dead grass radio

my door was always open
to going back at any moment

before it has arrived and oh once there then I lifted, listen
into the air
still as we are unknown you are not the eyes
of the same radio-turns this way that way fly-
catching catching that for which he listens:

I was sleeping I will sleep again she says again

not these conventions, no, you must have been
mistaken, intaken

it all happens as though it doesn't


Friday, December 07, 2012


 Was it so hard, Achilles, so very hard to die?
Thou knowest and I know not
So much the happier I—Patrick Shaw-Stewart

start them on the adventure
you are searching for (find out more)
what's on your mind?
the reflected photographer
looks like a ghost
polished my nails and toes I feel pretty
I am ready for Jesus
days I feel like my rapture is
almost ready

non-smoker with average body type

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