Channel 9
Two moths
chase light in the alleyway;
burning paper-wings
for love.
Channel 22
Scanning through an abyss
of empty channels
with jaw-dropped & stains on
the white linen
tomorrow complies with
the drifting future
as it chews on fingernails
conscious & aware & alive
& drinking the moon’s reflection
from the face of the lake
The flood of static frames itself
over the wall & the white body
submitting & admitting
to [...]
Drifting Future
2007/12/17
BITCHING TO THE BEAT
2007/11/28
Like a weathering Jesus
Stuck to the dashboard
With a cello between her knees
As the beaten up vehicle tears
Down the speedway
To another colour hell
It used to be another story
But now for all intents and
Faced with the utter lack of purpose
She bitches since I levitate
Pretending not to see me
Hovering around the clouds
Suspended on the brink
Of [...]
Heart Missed a Beat
2007/10/28
In this game of give
Then take it away
Have to admit
That more than twice
My heart’s missed a beat
Nuclear powered shoes
Are accidents threatening to happen
They just happen to wait
Too close to the curb
And you know what they say
About trucks in the rain
While the beat of things dont always
Necessarily catch the comprehend
And this [...]
