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07/26/11--20:49: untitled one. (chan 1210256)

apparently you don’t have the correct heart and mind for such art, my dear.

excuse me love but i will speak as such until i’ve had enough. for my God, i don’t care about which form of written word tastes sour or sweet upon your scarlet tongue.

don’t make this stop for that would be the death of all things bright and the light would cease and the ocean’s breeze would fail to reach the trees and all the little boys and girls scraped knees dangling from the swings at night. 




07/26/11--20:54: cold. (chan 1210256)

calloused fingers clench my heart

as a broken voice lights the dark.

he said ‘these two broken hands

were never enough to meet demands.’




07/26/11--21:05: evelyn. (chan 1210256)

evelyn enters the forest

as tears from her eyes

mix with the drops of water

falling from the sky.

“oh my God, he was my love

he was my existence.

i hate you my God,

you took him in an instance.”

but her god does not answer

and she falls to her knees,

folds her arms against her chest:

a flesh shield against the breeze.

“sunrise through sunset 

he worked in that hole.

my God, he worked so hard

to rid this earth of its coal.”

“‘plus de charbon’,

the men in suits would say.

so deeper my love dug

or else they would not pay.”

“but my God he went so far

and the walls they all caved in.

him and his closest friends

were buried as a kin.”

“rhondda valley consumed my love,

and the river shall now take me.

my love i am coming

for where you are is where i must be.”

evelyn crawled to the river

her body it fell in.

she took a breath of water

as her face formed one last grin.




07/26/11--21:43: corinth. (chan 1210256)

we are not even ‘resounding gongs’ or ‘clanging symbols’.

we do not even speak. this language is dead.




07/27/11--15:52: twenty seven seven two thousand eleven. (chan 1210256)

and, and i’m still your boy.

callie alexandra beneath the hedgerow trees, 

i’m still your boy. 

for thirteen years you’ve taught me love.

and love, love can never be gone. 

xx




08/06/11--20:28: prophet/profit. (chan 1210256)

we built Your house with the help of mammon, so strong.

and we pray that the children are fed tonight.

his tongue, ‘prophetic’. he speaks Your name so eloquently.

in his pockets, profit. let’s kiss that gold cross again.

and we pray that the children are fed tonight. 

you can’t contain the Spirit, but this den is selling doves.

selling Your grace because we know it isn’t cheap.

and we pray, we pray for those children tonight.




08/26/11--16:54: untitled three. (chan 1210256)

your death left patches, patches in my skin.

so she tattooed lines, and kept you inked in.




10/16/11--07:29: i learned how to die a long time ago. (chan 1210256)

i learned how to die a long time ago. and today i woke up depressed. walked to the closet, put on my sunday’s best. brewed mint tea, crawled into bed. felt tears behind my eyes, some things they just never dissipate. when it was time to leave for oxford, my heart said no and my feet turned to concrete. i grabbed my keys and threw them away. she messaged me to say good morning and i sent a fake colon and closing parentheses back. this is why it’s best to keep your doors closed. you don’t want to be a bad host. so it’s just best to dim the lights and tell the guests to keep traveling west. there’s nothing for you here. there’s nothing left.