this is secret between us

impossibly so
talked about by everyone
quite openly and yet

still

there is this something

 

afternoon light / cedar hill farm

the stories that we tell

the stories that we tell each other never end

 perfect darkness 
 perfect light

the stories that we tell each other never end

i won't tell anyone i saw you 
i won't be around while you're 
 forgetting 
 who you are and
 where you came from or 
 if your friends are 
watching me

knot

wurds

eny muire

it wasn't yer wurds 
toucht me
eny wai

ghost girl

cornered in the garage
trying to break the cycle
find the end of the wave

the weird resonance 
amplified by silence

i remember you
 from before

i know you
 better than i realized

on the forest floor
 on the backwater

they told me you were dead
 a long time ago

and all this time you've
 been haunting me

 you wanted me
 you said "for ever"
 and you 
 kept talking about that
Sunday

 when we could
 and you would 
 let me

yesterday

the safe word

is 'pumpkin'
not 'fuckme'
not 'harder'
not 'ohbebe'
not 'likean'
not 'animal'

you have the right

to remain silent
even now

every now
and then

anything you say 
can and will be 
used against you

in a court of law

you have the right to
have an attorney present 
during questioning

if you 
do not have an attorney 
one will be appointed 
for you 
by the court

it could come up in 
conversation 
of an evening
mayhap

is your attorney present?

prosecutorially speaking
i didn't want to have to 
be the one to tell it so

tehehe-ta

stones cry

late at night out in the garage
 smoking

the sound of automatic weapons 
 fire
seems to emanate from your location
on the roiling mists like the pall
 of a city, burning

i came there to 
tell you something

now anything i say
is a psychotic lie
i will remember it
so

stones cry 
forever

in this context

an emitter is just 
one component
in a circuit
which by definition 
performs work

she was glowing 
in the dark
down time 
a little way
slightly out of phase

the pain is mostly constant
like light plus or minus
no talk of caring
no talk at all
i just want to sit

i suspect you have
forgotten that as well
it will be better this way
with so much affirmation
so small a passing

just then

imageine 
the best that you can
the way that it was 
time of the signs
rose mountain wine
clear green skies

i feel you needing me
duyou duyu
yesyes
i knoew

wave band leptica 
a fine mesh net
glitterring crystal lattice

brute pulse
cavern breath

7onTno~

could be anything
you want

voices in my head 
 talking about you

that's right

The voices in my head are talking about you.

A complete declarative sentence.

Should delete it.
staccato stutter of keys
gone jingle jangle
grating against metal
bolt slide
snick

it was a like a sound
at first, then i felt
 i felt it on my skin
and
all the words went 
 red to black

just then

eating standing up

bare metal

  static hazard 
  vulnerable to ice

programming

  tiny lightnings 
  snap tick

smoke 

  test failed
  nano-slag now

you left me f

bitch

i'll leave it all open
 in a nother dimension

can i get it in there?

yeah yeah she 
made it better there

no no 
i don't know

the one i'm gonna ask
os what happened? 

it's the
love-and-crossed-bones
this time or 
perhaps you just remember
when we were kids
20 seconds away from 

what does it take to 
get your attention, 
really?

you're not on any channel
you had advertised
and the search patterns 
still returning empty

a coding issue?
you left me for dead
and i shouldn't xxxx
cause i told you to
not 
not
not
three times but once

this is not my home
world mind - i'm 
still only in yourx
save now and come home
@once'

the witch of november

it's the phase of the moon
or something 
she said

eating at me like a cancer

q who is going to p
when is
what is
why is who going to what when
the moon is no quite full

Would bP?

The Chase Roots. 
Middle shaken reassure speciest 
agATwtus

My name is shipped by the fi>i and
 a quietly a few minosaultaneously summer. 
The

if you see

if you were to see me as i
really am now here in this 
filthy room building a net
one number at a time until
this place we are now like
smoke spiraling up through
the still air of afternoon

inna room with the windows 
closed and the shade drawn
white noise easing the air
pressing against my head i
feel it all the time now i
don't think i can stand it 

malformed request press it

thass whut

i would do while she was sleeping
slowly
winding and unwinding the strings 
of her guitar
miles of wires
through all those nights

i just didn't make the grade
it seem
they want the
 dude to like 
them 
wnr i6'e w 
i eon o2 can now
temperature and respiration
boundaries
you took her word and
 whut
found out later that she 
 lied

this sparse matrix of words
will evaporate to soon case

soak them in water or 
milk first to soften 

so this was it and i 
missed it again even 
you didn't want more 
of that particular i

i can't sleep anymore
and food hurts 
all i can think about
is you and
 i think it is killing
 me 

but you're right
that doesn't really 
matter

i know

i know you don't remember
after moon rise
those nites

i know you don't remember
after midnight
those times

dark now
maybe forever

i know you do remember 
how to get noticed 
in a crowd

i know you do remember
who got sed to be not
the one of

it's a language
it's a process

i know you don't remember
the fair day sun rise
the muggy rooms

i know you don't remember
party who're our candy babylon
the other

who re or ca do me rem baby
i know you don't remember me
either

it's okay; really it is
it's probably a good thing
'cause 

i know you don't remember
everything i know you don't 
need to

so gaze deep into my crystal circuits
(all humming and glowing all night)
and tell me

who you do know and why and 
i will understand you then
i know

i am

the dinny voices of
all the dead whores
who couldn't put it 
together and didn't
make it through the
long dark tunnel of
life

saying all those things
that eve-ry one seem so
afraid of even though i
know each naming song &

i saw you

up on wires
 against this guy
shakin' tail-feather
songbird and 
 yer wingman

didn't make a
 move
till i looked
 around
and you were 
 gone

all inna smoke & broad day light

is just what i do
 in love with a woman who is a 
lying whore
 and i know she is a 
lying whore
 but i love her anyway

is just what i do
 in this very personal hell 
waiting for you to 
 manifest 
our destiny

vengeance prime

the mice came
when the cat died 
that same night 
hoardes of them 
ugly brown rats 
 from the alleys
and pewling grays 
from attic mattress

skittering across 
 the kitchen floor
take one, then two 
glancing blows of 
a stainless skillet
before a third 
catches him square
 insides spurting from 
 gaping mouth in 
 crushed skull

flattened in mid-stride
every little bone broken
worm food now, but chlorine
 desiccates even the genes
  drying to dust and powder 
   over the coming months as

squash grows 
and seasons change from
 damp heat to icy howl
all in a nonce

and we are far down the path
 ever on the road to when we 
imagine 

i no longer remember the year
but the garden & camaraderie
sweating & swatting gnats
all going wrong then 
we all knew

it was the weather though
 perhaps none will believe
  for another score years

it was an ill spring then
 and now the endless war