the loveliest thing

you, the beholder,
have made this true
although it is
most certainly
not.

this morning

deja vu
happened
twice

red or requiem for a wireframe

last night
there were rectangles
in everything i saw
and my eyes turned
to blocks of red
and a song entered my ears
a morning song
a dappled-sunlight-on-the-sheets song.
it said
you are fragile
and yet...
i understood it
i think
but why red?

e for echo

echos
are nice
they always come back

green splotches and then some

yes
there will be tears
in the fabric
tomorrow
but today
the sheets
are wings

(art by ab)

tag cloud

on second thought

in broken strings
we rested
at last
the only kind of world we understand

show me
the inside of your veins
where thin blood pools
like luminous fields
with daisies

(re-arted by nash)

slash

in broken strings
we rested
at last
the only kind of world we understand

(art by nash)