Sunday, May 30, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010

i only cause you do

an exercise in carnivores, all whittlin' down the hours, i only do, cause its you, you do, you do but whats for that you smile. i chamisoles notice fray before, all black and swollen blue, not from and bruises but tiny heart falling through breaks. please get sentimental dont, you always do know you, never before call it quits on banter jovial 'fore 'twon-tither.

Friday, May 21, 2010

You were so disappoint.

You were so disappoint. Your grasp on english wasn't that strong. I was remembering the night before, sitting at my desk till 2am typing away, listening to the TV play 'Once upon a Time in the West'. The Botanical Gardens were (fucking) freezing; I tore your necklace off and and you quivered with anticipation before I almost fuck you. Like I said: your grasp on english wasn't that strong. I almost fucked you. Don't capitalise. Don't look anywhere else but into my eyes. "I'm keeping this" was the last words between us before I pocketed your necklace and stumbled home drunk, leaving you in the dark, alone with the possums and dew a few hours before dawn.

deception with ink

Sunday, May 16, 2010

wasn't didn't either

I saw a movie about that recently, it was called 'The Knowing' and Mel Gibson was in it and he was on a plane and their were snakes on it then it crashed into the ocean and sank a boat and he gave a girl a necklace and they had sex in a car then he drowned but it was okay because he was a ghost the whole time, he just didnt know it and he didn't afraid of anything the whole time.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


I love trype.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Another Poem with a Hidden Message

This is just a poem, again,
a poem like any that’s been,
I don’t know why want one,
Poems are old and done.

This isn’t a haiku,
Its not something that I really do,
nor is it a limerick,
making it work is a bit of a trick.

People get caught up with rhyme,
but its okay if it doesn’t from time to time,
if I try too hard it’ll fall down flat,
cause I don’t know anything that rhymes with that.

So here is this silly poem,
not a book, or novel, or an ageless tome,
Just some words to pass the time,
with a hidden message for you to find.

Sunday, May 2, 2010