Thursday, September 24, 2009

.142 [esperanza]

it's been days and
she's barely crossed my mind.
food is returning to the tastes
i recognize and enjoy.
maple, fennel, creme de menthe...
the milk in my coffee no longer clouds up in effigy to her.
i've started to enjoy real jazz...
enjoy the sound of live music —
enjoy the company of live musicians

not a woman -
not flesh and blood -
a coded word.
a complex concept.
making the
simple ritual of beauty
like the myth of permanence or
the shine on the sun

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Floor 15

with Walter (on the right) & Fuzzbee
Black and White stills from a video shot by Bjorn Fleuren

with Carolina

Saturday, September 19, 2009


you cut me open
with a heavy serrated
scooped out
my testicles,
and made
a sandwich
with 'em,
which you ate
while casually
shooting me through
with your
poison gun

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

.140 [my space]

it feels like a ghost town.
like a ghost world.
there's still a lot of stuff —
more stuff everyday
but its different.
it's muted.
it just doesn't matter.

Monday, September 7, 2009


what happened to your eyes?
what happened to your smile?
what happened to your wickedness?
and what will happen now?

people change,

you're looking older now
not more mature -
but jaded.
your eyes - they're dark and hard and small and tight.

the curl
of your lips
seems shallow
and sterile.

your smile -
that's changed too.
the angle of your cheekbones
it's different now somehow

you're still beautiful to me.
same as it ever was...
maybe you're happy
but it doesn't look that way