The fermenting bowl of unripe thoughts

Month: February, 2013

I deleted it all. Type space. Then three swift clicks. Erase




If I nibble on the soft

on the soft crumbled edge of


If I supple my mouth in supplication

let the torrent of your tide

lap at my shores

well won’t you invade my shores

well won’t you invade my shores

Chet Faker

I had waited, salivated
perhaps if only to feel that rush
that howl worthy, arc graceful and let moonlight slanted in six directions

toe curl, drag the wave drag me under and help me breathe
drag me inside that beautiful mind and swallow me