Sunday, April 4, 2010

submixions

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

sunset


hang me
she said, so i
did. upside down, pulling
her hair out of her face so she
could see.

i had
a scrunchie, tied
red tresses in a bun
redder yet from her heart runs
her blood.

alone
she hangs alone
i left her there, her hair
entwined with other carmines like
my love

Pharasyte said...

Into the washing machine

I've never really minded that
feeling like cascading into
uncertain futures or all the
hours spent sleeping within
sunbursts of diverging
clarity. Oh, yes

I am
quite
myself
today.

Anonymous said...

love is not

a blue cell
all greasy with who should be calling who

love is not
how much can you send/spend

love is
getting pissed off because you no longer have his version of
I Wanna Be Your Dog

& can't bounce off of his words
to write things you actually like and keep

guarded

Anonymous said...

i'd

cut

actually

Tasha Klein said...

cut the ciggy butt, the lonely blank skin, where underneath a city with blue millions run? or maybe a worm, who will grow a new heart, dark as soil, rich as dirt.
or the extra s in cheeks smiling wearing dimples thin? i think the 'sunset' poem rocks!

Tasha Klein said...

i would like to if possible change, 'dirt' to 'blood'

Anonymous said...

i don't understand
why you want to take magic
out of my world.

you have your own box
stuff it full of doubt.

or discovery. it's
about point of view--spell
me some miracles from the moon.

hiccup said...

woah these are cool

http://englishrussia.com/index.php/2010/04/19/russian-masterpieces-animated/#more-12515

hiccup said...

and these...
rice art

Anonymous said...

What the dream holds

a sieve holding water, with damp
traces of a kind of passage

so I wake, without clues
just a taste of something having
been there, dry and bitter on the tongue

Life, no rain barrow,
usually, holds only a glimpse

2

two red birds darting
above the cat watch
your glass of wine
held by the stem
in the late afternoon light

soon the dark and whispering
memories, crunch of leaves
closing the door on the day

Anonymous said...

chopsticks

there are good lines
in there, like mushrooms
among noodles

Anonymous said...

what is the
'fell of dark'?

scanning the edge

or just
forgetting to log out?

Anonymous said...

did i ever look like i wanted
to be someone alone?

Anonymous said...

message from a dream

you were shaved and bloated
said i'm leaving in august.

why not now? you didn't answer
just shook your head as if i were

pretending to care. august
you repeated. i thought man

i better start saving the rent.