Friday, September 24, 2010

one of the alter-egos i left in my closet
the one with regrets in its pockets
  and a few cats
is what i need now to quash 
this pulsating permanent pain behind
  the unashamed micro truths 
the dead and forgotten feast on
  with memories which don't belong to them
at strange nights when daemons 
  with bras that looked like puffy clouds 
sliced moons and courted precarious comets 
  all at the same time
why 
i don't know

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

far beyond darkness, away from our madness
our crisply folded words have been slaughtered by
the faint images of distant shores of faulty whispers

there, the lowly servants of 
   our disjointed bits of consciousness
grimace at the witnesses of the carnage
and cut down bodies with 
   a glowing delirium in their eyes

the grisly mechanics of our bodies get in the way though
while a confused metaphysics weighs down our minds
   not knowing how to ask the right questions