Walls
October 26, 2006

a slinking feeling
felt the touch of
summer on its brow
I wonder if I'll ever
be diluted with the now
there is a grey thing
in my mind
a spot
a spot
a spot
it serves a constant
memo that, "I am
simply not"

Halloweenish

three yards of thread
two woven beds
eight ugly legs
and a deadly favor

it bats an eye
it bats a wing
and now will
will sing
a song
for you

a pretty thing
the lagging wing
and now a kiss
a kiss
for you

some razor teeth
some poisoning
some dark
some light
some adieu
for you

Imagination Vocation, Inflation, and Deflation

I see the surface
it makes me nervous
the break of a fall
the making of you

slate in the water and
find that the daughter of stale
books upon your shelf (oh
the telling of things)
is a beauty

oh yeah, she's a beauty

well you made her you'll save her you'll break her
away for something more fresh
something of flesh

but the flesh is not pretty
and flesh is so dirty
cuz humans are dirty when
you wear your perspective
and look in a mirror