Wednesday, September 03, 2008

new leaf


find the sky opening and drink - the words like rain on your tongue (find home in faith's hope); one note at a time, striking down - bolts of heaven [when you find me, write me open: new leaf. new leaf.]

Monday, September 01, 2008

what's there


eaten out glory, crowning memories of the flesh, hollowed hallowed core, goried resplendent dreams of skin like pith in my mouth