January 2012
34 posts
Glinted.
Shiny
as a cardboard star
breathing in
the pine needles
The sky curtsies for you
every day
because you stay
in a humidified bedspread
Hair brushed away
and every sigh
amplified
by your unwearying smiles
while you dot every i
and cross every t
on my cast
Under the dome
of winter
this
well
this constant dream
sticks to the tip of my tongue.
i run off to make a video and somebody unfollows...
partywok:
well, shit.
Fuck em. By the way…picked up your record…good shit brother.
“I’ve been accused of never opening up
I get too close then keep my mouth...”
– PW
ghostsandall:
This is me reading an old poem of...
Frustrated Incorporated.
Happy Birthday.
Quaint half truths
honey sweet
and
divided dimly
with belated sealace smiles
and
acute breaths
through a paper rose
consumed
by quivers
my body frail
as dreams
from
your furtive doting fingers
every outflaring kiss
struck to white
fading
into the superior almost
of sleep
my arms wrapped
around your every curve
pulling you closer
to every single etcetera.
“I’m buzzing like a jar full of lightening bugs
Walking through a star field...”
– Beautiful Sorta (via letitride)
“I like the sad song. I like to identify with it because I like the place it...”
– Ryan Adams (via letitride)
“Rrrrraaaagh. Rrrrraaaagh! Goddamn it, that cat is so fuckin’ cute I want to…...”
– Ryan Adams, upon seeing a cat curled up against the glass of a store window (GQ, Dec 2003)
Snoring.
Pious feathers
cover
every curl
the love is there
because
I turned you into a story
right through
every clerical vein
ingesting the reversal
eyes closed
in
a bone soft attic prayer
the extent
of my marrow
miscarried across
my grip
loose as clothespins
you
with no idea that
you
are the answer
with raincoat
tipping the pitcher.
egret:
you never wanted me babe and now i feel...
Never Moves
Intone
a
striptease
guess
past the welts
with that posed sneer
fit for a postcard
best
that logic
let it happen
with
or without a cup of tea.
December 2011
26 posts
ghostsandall:
Anton Newcomb accepting my Facebook friend request is the best thing that happened to me in 2011.
He is a pretty nice guy…got me drunk in Williamsburg a couple years back…then yelled at me.
donxgar:
Bathory - The Golden Walls of Heaven...
I love you...hope you don't mind.
That coat
ruined my eyes
forever past
gold flake revolving smiles
thick
and branched out
wide enough
to envelop me completely
impounding
a sense of survival
in
relentless
stop watch contracts
dotted with kiss
and crossed by smirk.
Yay...
Hating my fucking life right now…kill me now.
Bedridden...
I have pneumonia&pleurisy…stone me.
bicknellhill asked: Who is your creeper?
Damn...
Some girls are creepy.
“Life’s a bath..Sex is water.”
