Blog Archive

Thursday, May 7, 2009

dreamscape 6

i can hear you calling me
the way i ache in dreams
you must be calling
how else can i explain
this pain?

your voice is the air i walk on. & we will build a fire. gentle as a smile. that will kill schrodinger's cat. & the future will belong to us. better than your best dreamt dreams & coughed out of the ugliness of others. we will be what. we were meant to be. indented. genuinely impressed scenes frame puppets on stage.

spotlights inside.

everything feels laced.

tlkz 2009-May
Posted by at
Labels:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Popular Posts

  • grandma.
    at the root of silence. paused a powder. rolling backward over the gutter. & dissolved in anOther’s eyes. & a chest secretly envied ...
  • Dimensions as properties
    This proof for whatever reason gets into people's heads. Any adjectival property of an object is a dimension. Really simple proof. ...
  • Hysteria
    until her smiles were only kept teeth with a pain for believing, he was acquired by riverlike eyes, deserted at each watched horizon, fed pr...
  • The Last thing that you Ate
    dust silence as earthen mountains pitied earth. he had no hands. and he was four feet away from a military grade rape kit. then they languis...
  • Poemifesto [ Part 3 ]
    III. The Economy is a Game. The Game is played for market share. He who controls the most market share is winning the game. Since it is equa...