Friday, May 21, 2010

With violeted thoughts,
treading through enforested landscapes
fuzzy photographs
and a single one, believed,
was the turning point in serenity (in rome);
and rosethunder that perhaps, was a breath!
en estralia, manipulated,
and yet our arms are still thrown up in flames!

and a flower, lying on your chest!

explained about an expulsion, of physicality and light
and a remembrance, a familiarity
with the moon, and little tears
and gashes! and gashes!

flee from me, springtime, for it is your laborings that brought us to exist!

Monday, May 3, 2010

an expanded detail, but yet still, I love!