Thursday, December 30, 2010

at the end of the night, my hands are dead...

you want
love, that can't
be true.

my heart
is out, and
my hands are

as your eyes
do glow,

(morning dew)

and my
life is over.

when i have

driftawaymysleepless giant...

drift away my
ssleepless giant,

and find yourself
on a sea of silent...

fog machine..-

and dance away,,
to the middle grey.

the hapless man
and the perfume cave.

Friday, December 10, 2010

and the days go bye w/death in hand

I am not.
with not him.

day go bye.

(have no whim)

i do think,
for not him.

so lets have not,
to tell 'em..