light slowly filters in
as i hold you in my arms,
with head turned slightly
to let out the drool,
to let out long sighs
of contented sleep,
as i lay here
not asleep,
not drooling,
not content,
watching the gradual growth of light.
Day: April 2, 2010
The Price of Silence
poetrymy unsupported arms
pillar like,
hold you up,
despite the pain,
despite the numbness,
despite the burn,
lest you fall,
lest you awaken,
lest you cry,
hold you
as i have been held
by the unsupported thoughts
of others.
it’ll probably be my wife.
poetry“suffocation by breasts”
my epitaph shall read
now who shall help me write it?
Great men
poetryI’m sorry
I’m sleeping
with other
people.
Last week it
was Kafka.
Last night it
was Joyce.
I’m having a
drink with Tolstoy
tonight and
I can’t
guarantee
it will stop
there.
Please don’t read
too much
into it.
I still
love you.
the sieve and the sand 