Friday, February 04, 2005

samaritan

Thought I would find
some way to save you.

A golden trinket
to fill your emptiness.

Now hours gone to shame
without reclamation.

Who will take the wheel
when I am dreaming?

An empty bucket
in the pouring rain
proclaiming-

fill me.



joykillers

Who is playing
tic-tac-toe
in my sky today?

Catbox-coldsore
crying in your
oatmeal.

It's our world
we will render it
unusable.

Relax,
this is just
breakfast with
the joykillers.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Queen of Spades

Cigarette dangler
lipstick spittled
pavement wrangler

Velvet strider
a beerhall gypsy
mystery rider

Come on,
I'll draw you again.


Filament

My soul is
on a wire-
brittle
and full of
static,

"Can you hear me now?"
Crackle.~*

What is your
ten-twenty?

I'm still alone
waiting
for a reply
through this
broken microphone.