Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Throwing Random Objects at A Clown

I have your underwear on a shelf, and i have your keys in my pocket.I eat your cookies, and cry your tears.It's so loud, only dogs can hear it. Dig it out from under the ground.Let it show. Let all the eyes gaze upon. Perhaps i'll wear it as a hat. I'm going to steal your reflection and use it as a contact lense. Will you be my chandolier? I could drink you. I want every inch of you on my plate. I'll keep you safe in my car.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Fruit


I can hear it. HAUNTING. Like a fly on the wall.Moving slowly. Counting the seconds till it reaches the sun. Drape it over like a cold. Moon river isn't for me, not today. Go eat your peaches, and sleep all day.

Clothes

There's an echo in this place. A kind of DIRTY reminder.A secret not to be told, so go tell thousands. Your like a bird. Fly away BIRD.Fly away, and go tell your echos. Spray your secrets all over town. Open the curtain and let the lies in. Keep smiling bird. Keep your shirt happy. Watch your little light box. Keep it closed.