Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Words, when you are truly possessed by them, they seep through every orifice in your body until you can’t open your eyes or ears without them jumping out at you from graffitied walls or song lyrics. You are bound in linguistic matrimony and there is no other companion sweeter than that which is sapped from your own mind’s keg.

“Every once in a while, but not often, you can sit down and write a thing that you know is going to stand people’s hair on end for the rest of their lives- a perfect memory of some kind, like a vision, and you can see the words rolling out of your fingers and bouncing around for a while like wild little jewels before they finally roll into place & line up just exactly like you wanted them to…” - Hunter.S.Thompson

My hair has stood since the first time I read this passage. It rolled into place form me. The will for writing, the addiction of it, you become a feigned for those brief, explosive moments. Just when you think you have lost your touch, it slides its hand up your leg and reassures you with one pure sentence. Purity. That’s why you do it, for the little wild jewels amongst the rough.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Under the surface our lips embrace
You suck the air from my lungs
My gills gasp open.
( releasing a mermaid back into the sea )

Eyes like jellied sapphire, skin like silk
the deep blue

No gravity
oxygen depravity
invisible world
take me under.


Thursday, January 7, 2010

we found a portal to another world without suitcases and fuel

where the trees shed their petals

'I hear water..
I see falls.'

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can Never express, yet can not all conceal.
- Lord Byron -