8 years ago
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Francesca Lia Block
...next we followed sunset
i see everything different this way
attached to your back
hands on your heart
my view almost through your eyes
the closeness of that dog with his head out the window
those bars where i used to go
your favorite mexican restaurant and the places i once danced
the silver lake glowing black with sea monsters
surrounded by long-necked trees
under an ultraviolet sky
i see everything different this way
attached to your back
hands on your heart
my view almost through your eyes
the closeness of that dog with his head out the window
those bars where i used to go
your favorite mexican restaurant and the places i once danced
the silver lake glowing black with sea monsters
surrounded by long-necked trees
under an ultraviolet sky
Friday, July 2, 2010
Crush: Visible World
Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow
flat on the wall.
The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.
You had not expected this,
the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
pummeling you in a stream of fists.
You raised your hand to your face as if
to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
as if you were the small room closed in glass
with every speck of dust illuminated.
The light is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
from passing through.
Richard Siken
flat on the wall.
The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.
You had not expected this,
the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
pummeling you in a stream of fists.
You raised your hand to your face as if
to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
as if you were the small room closed in glass
with every speck of dust illuminated.
The light is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
from passing through.
Richard Siken
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