27.7.07

Marble Likeness

Think of me in the moments before sleep
The only real time that reflects desire
Let me float in your mind as a photograph
Naked, arms folded, head back in laughter
Caught in a memory, smiling at you

It dosn't matter what color my eyes are
The carelessness of reverence

As the nights pass transform me
Blurred edges that sharpen with time
Only to become misshapen and narrow
Crooked teeth are white pillars
Breasts are overflowing, pink and full

See me in front of you, in daytime
Somehow I am so far from faultless

The world has faded my image in your mind
Touching yourself in memory of a stranger
Sexual fantasy of someone flawless, and I
Standing in front of you, naked and ready
Can't help wondering who I have become

24.7.07

Under

Barnacles are deterant forces
Constrained to whales backsides
Sharp and pointed conversation
Leads to my immenent demise
Talk to me in some other tongue
Preferably one without language
Languid forces submit to the Sun
The strength of stars is incomparable
Parable of Cain and Abel
Only that's a true story
Fourth floor and long staircase
Take the elevator you bitch.

Faith

God exists
Or else...
I'm fucked.

22.7.07

Bed and Time

I get emotional
Hands through my hair
Barefoot as always
Think about you naked
Think about me naked
Young bodies are wonderful

Maybe I close my eyes
It's dark outside
What is the difference?

Reach for my water
Drink you in
Sleepless day follows sleepless night

Sitting

Self Silence is the greatest Teacher
No, not like Self Satisfaction
Self Esteem or Self Sex
Instead-
Observation and Stillness.

This is How my Brain Works

Pushed behind runway
Wrong way
Left is always
Might
Strength shelters rain
Wet glove
Missing hand
Five fingers
Right

18.7.07

Und...

English is the language of foreign love affiars
Sitting on a beach, midsummer and sweating.
Beneath die baum, une arbre, Newton crying.

To You

When bored,
I look in the mirror (Walk to mirror)
Not in vanity,
(but) Rather to avoid the
(stark?) whiteness of the post-modern home.

Mother

Between your legs, my head emerged
Through my blood, your blood did surge
In my eyes, our faces merged
Through my life, your sin is purged.

Direction

Universally
Newspapers are left
on buses
with a type of
lazy
curtosey

People in Glass Houses

People in glass houses
Pick their noses

People in glass houses
Scratch their crotches

People
In glass houses
are
People
in glass houses