Thursday, January 28, 2010

Not unlike melting butter, separating whey.

Caught inside,
The keeper of the key.
Well born and raised
Without the want to leave.
What a locked up crypt
It felt to me.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Silver Zebra Times

-The blurred colors of the street lights overhead and neon signs as you lay your angel head against the leather seat, feeling tears and liquid build up in your vertebral column.

We were sleeping till you came along
With your diamond heart
You let us in the wooden house
To share in all the wealth

Seven figures leap the hungry maws
The beast it comes to you
He's a hunter for a lonely heart
In the season of the sun

Where you thinking that you have to run now
With the beating of a diamond heart?
Hang on to the things that you're supposed to say
Billions of stars that open to your fate