Dissemination

Ring Around the Rosie



occasionally the seeds are spread too thin

Sharp and open
Leave me be, this is not sleep
(only sleeping more every night)
The hours become heavier and weighted, bleeding into dawn
Always waiting, hovering between
That cold light
A noise, and then the trembling
The suddenly fragile frame, all wallpaper pants as the figurine tightens its plastic smiles
(spiders inside)
And dust on the lips of this strange vision of hell
.it fell away. back into the

glitter floor, painted earrings. black and white and alone. I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year. foolish snow.

And me, sometimes it's just me here. I need, need, need need need. Breathe. To feel real.

A hundred other words blind me with indifference, despondence of disbursement

Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
(please let me sleep soundly)
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
It means nothing
or is it, I mean nothing?
standby.

I can lose myself in Arabic art and American sex all the time

(Forget my face in the dark)

These streets have too many names for me

I'll get used to this eventually, I know

(Please do it right)
-Run into the night
Because I will find myself again tomorrow, gather and weave it all together
Crimson lines/pumppumpexplosion

/memories in a fire.


You can never say no to anyone but me.

Too many twists,
occasionally robotic, I'll admit
Please make it good this time
...except the same words haunt me
In sequence/ in despair of time.


go on

the lights go off

when things don't feel right
I lie down like a tired dog
licking his wounds in the shade

when I feel alive
I try to imagine a careless life,
a scenic world where the sunsets are all..
breathtaking.

No. I couldn't tell you how the house burned down.
Last night, oh, we were running around.
Midnight surrounds you,
you forget yourself while the full circle moonlight makes you proud.
We were just running around...

Sing for that call, sing for this fall, such was a. Shhh

it was my home, once

and for all.






occasionally the seeds are spread too thin


and then I find that old solitude once again, it's only human.
each and every piece for you,
but maybe one for me-
and when the guard is off duty
i'll be sure my soft shock of broadcast is not too public.



ashes, ashes...