Archive for June, 2008

Mysteries For the Eyes to Land On
2008/06/29

The way things slip down
The gaping hole that spells
Flee like hell
When you see flames
Going after your soul

While you still can

In the exaggerated softness
Of this emerging meantime
Things tell me to hush
While I still can
As to curtail lost innocence

Still standing after fate’s
Fatal blow to the ego
And other intertwined
Mysteries for the eyes [...]

Now that I’m All Alone Now
2008/06/28

Now that I’m all alone now

Now that my heart is dry
I’m reaching for the stars
To meet my maker
And fly into the sun
I’m poking around corners
Left open to conclusions
Now that my heart is dry
Now that my skin is wrinkled
I start reaching for forever
Into the backwards drawings
Of the universe’s pull
I look back to who
It was that [...]

Tenth Anniversary
2008/06/22

Standing at a crossroads
Waiting for something to happen
As summer sets
It’s teeth in my loneliness
Between now
And the tenth anniversary
Of my abstinence in love.

That’s it I’m writing it
2008/06/18

At my body’s open windows
I watch next chapters characters
Interact on the sidelines
Breathing tomorrow’s perfume
Having a heyday
On the road to my loss
Between fiction and reality
Facing a golden opening

It is today that I decided
That’s it
I’m writing it.

Originally AUJOURD’HUI by guimond
Translation: author.

Just Another Murder Wednesday
2008/06/17

Bursting out to sublimate matter
I am the atom seperated from inertia
Lingering only where I am most welcome
Your own inertial devolution soon
Will turn into an infinite figure of 8
Eating it’s own tail
So soon that you will bite yourself
Before I have reached the bottom
Of the universal staircase
Just to make sure all of this
Is really happening
And as to [...]

Usefullness of Hate
2008/06/15

THE USEFULNESS OF HATE
I am humiliated
She flowers on the floor
Playing hot belly
Under fall willows,
With the chemotherapy of the a sea horse,
I’ll die strangled
In the skater’s cement,
When all men suffer from the virgin
And that the hospital visits are over
In the seizure of fractions. T

THE TORTURE OF SILENCE
I am a murder,
The gun’s bitch
Fragile as a lip
In the colors [...]

When the Text Works
2008/06/13

If this text works
Then the Gods must be crazy
Or the Coca-Cola bottle hit’em in the head
For I am still here
Knee deep in this sh…
Fighting for the right
To ask for a permission
To try and do
What’s right
Or wrong for that matter
For since that which goes up
Does what it does on it’s way down
Whatever seems right
Has got to [...]