Monday, January 7, 2013

-poem for my grape-


grape tea like phantom memories
tylenol shaky fever pain
the skin of grapes
wine puckering my lips

every morning
little grape
tubes and oil
smelly things sweating out of me
 devoted
polishing in red velvet

leaves crunch outside while loud dogs holler out
tree branches and lawnmowers drone


you are a grape
goodbye grape.

-hole-



open
closed
cold
dirty

bloody
naked
chaos
crying

sadness
steel
sterile
ugly
cold
pain
cry
end

begining
force
red
slow
fast
pill
vomit
obey 

renew
rejoice
home

thick
brown
pheonix
iron
life
 






-loss-





  

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

-2013-



Sunday, December 30, 2012