Day 13

her confession is the invitation of sacrifice.
Ice breaker of lust. A must
to have
always
a need to chill out

I've dripped from a broken heart
slowly descending to breath I've mistaken for the wind
to evaporate and expedite my erasure-
my existence. Tense around the temptation
to answer her need, my conscience
records actions as the stitches - I fear

my afterlife postponed in the midst of appetite

Monday, September 28, 2009

Building the Craft - Day 12.

Note: Pay attention to how your emotions sound on paper, rather than the way your words sound without any portrayal.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Day 11.

My sound tracks a path, needle-made off the record. Player,
pieces are beginning to move
from bass lines of cement- roses no longer growing
from concrete- or 808's
and piano keys assist the lyricism

...
it's coming.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

I've been slacking...
Need a few to reboot.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009