Posted by admin on October 2, 2009
My pen and soul
as I sit are open
to the world and you.
They say I should not be so.
People are wrong.
My pen has never failed.
It will not now. It takes
my mind to you.
I go home, or come back.
You are nowhere.
My pen will fill the pit.
But even the words can not
Replenish what is gone. You
are gone, but I am not alone.
I will go on.
My pen goes on.
It will guide me, it always
has. When next I see you
my pen too will have left.
We will be one.
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Posted by admin on September 25, 2009
sparse words on bare
lines
seem a fraud
to the quick machinations of the mind
a skeleton
whose bones curl
at the smell of heavily versed
morality
but dead words
often hit the blunt truth
behind many thought’s thick
flesh
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Posted by admin on September 18, 2009
Self Deconstruct in
Ten
Nine
Eight…
Stop!
Turn left
At the light
Turn right
Down the street
Lights burn
Incense
Smells bad
Boys
Climb trees.
Stop!
don’t change the subject.
There’s a pattern to this.
Shut up.
I said stop!
Go!
Signifier
Left
Cycle
Black
Formal
White
Circle
Right
Signified
Stop!
Endless
Endless
Endless
Endless
What is?
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