Saturday, September 3, 2011

september 2, 2011



when he lies
he fails to surmise the
greatness
we hollow out
our points
we shall
oh
our hearts
lingering however
tastes acidic
and grown
I've always wanted to know
what
love
smells like

Thursday, September 1, 2011

september 1, 2011

cellophane


inside her mouth
grasping at the
nude
pink
amorphous glow
of her insides
he breaks
shudders

sighs