Grays and Whites

for some time after now the rocky sand dunes will crumble and nothing but sea, there will be

imacrabpinch — Tue, 07 May 2013 21:13:14 -0400

for some time after now

the rocky sand dunes will crumble

and nothing but sea, there will be

Photo

imacrabpinch — Fri, 15 Mar 2013 04:10:26 -0400

Your passenger seat was warm And your ring finger gleamed bright. I said thanks for the...

imacrabpinch — Thu, 28 Feb 2013 20:36:39 -0500

Your passenger seat was warm
And your ring finger gleamed bright.
I said thanks for the company.
While the sun stroked the window,
The road’s warm ice coat screamed black uncertainty.
The sky told a cloudy greater gray mystery…
Namely, what your eyes would say next,
Or maybe its my own lip
quivering with each glimmer of your lashes
Or reflection off of your lips
Or that smell that would linger on my pillows
That kept me focused on the heater whistling
A desperate distraction, please.
Sounding sweeter than a real dream
And i’m turning into thawed ice.
Like noise parting from your soft lips
Powerless I am to feeling shaken and naked.
Or is this a broken nightmare?
Please let me drop you off
So i can go home.
So you cant see me break.

Whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle, train. Please.

imacrabpinch — Sat, 16 Feb 2013 00:31:26 -0500

Whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle, train. Please.

Veronica formatted with veranda font.

imacrabpinch — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 17:07:41 -0500

Veronica formatted with veranda font.

Kerrin left me a message It said, ” I really really miss you.” This message felt more...

imacrabpinch — Sat, 09 Feb 2013 09:03:15 -0500

Kerrin left me a message
It said, ” I really really miss you.”
This message felt more real to me than ever.
Instead of words people string together,
This felt like the light bouncing off the snow
This feels like a new breath of air.
But Kerrin?
Will i hear from you next week?

slanted me.

imacrabpinch — Fri, 21 Dec 2012 20:08:22 -0500

for there are boats
floating in the sea
bobbling in one direction
and creating tunes
sounds like rain drops against the top deck
dripping down the stairs
and then flowing underneath
and back into the ocean
to drown

gardening.

imacrabpinch — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 22:48:15 -0500

For i have a sign to plant
It says where i am
It says where i am
It knows where i am
For i have a sign to plant
It reads loud and clear
It knows who i am
And It sees everything.
For i have a sign to plant
For my entire life
Every corner passed
Every potential wife
For i have a sign to plant
Follows me into sleep
Follows into dreams
Bedtime seams, i cant sleep
For i have a sign to plant

Today was so numb

imacrabpinch — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 22:39:42 -0500

Today was so numb

To lie is to hide My inside stitched needle-work She said I love you

imacrabpinch — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 22:36:51 -0500

To lie is to hide
My inside stitched needle-work
She said I love you

12.5.12, 11:17 Pm. Freewrite.

imacrabpinch — Wed, 05 Dec 2012 23:17:15 -0500

From my bed, there’s a heartbeat.
Reminder that i have some blood
Circulation fills my veins
Fluid fills my cells
Yet i will never feel all filled
Inspection day will scrape my thoughts
Forever frayed forensic tools
Scratch my Brain for every scent
Of any sense of old cloud thoughts
That used to fly so high with her
And all left after the shouts
Exhaustion from the crafty notes
That screamed on desperation lofts
Echos like empty bottles
Hit the recycling can
And the smoke fills my lungs
So i can maybe breathe
Until the void.

no words

imacrabpinch — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 03:17:47 -0500

a piece of grass in a field of green came to me and said, be my lover.
with the blue sky above, i said yes. i will be your lover.
the trees shrugged their shoulders and turned blue into the moon where the sun came up fast
and sober.

sandcastle

imacrabpinch — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 06:32:21 -0400

               and along a storm that dis-formed a sandcastle
                           one that i grew from the dust
                               i learned
                                   that love can be inside all the time

below my last dream, there was hope

imacrabpinch — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 06:23:02 -0400

below my last dream, there was hope

moon

imacrabpinch — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 21:19:52 -0400

the moon of my life
come back come back
the moon of my life
come back

i come from deep underground
and i want to strike the sky
i come from deep underground
and want the sky

moon of my dream
i want you now i want you now
moon of my dream
i want you now

and ill hold on to fatigue
like the ocean folds your silk
ill hold on to my dreams
with each step

moon of my night
be bright. be bright.
moon of my night
be bright

there is a sea of black
out the left side of my eye
moon of the night
dont let me cry

love

imacrabpinch — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 21:18:37 -0400

      love is a fantasy i had
where i held you

love was a dream i once had
that felt more than any dream

        love is a time that didnt click
   except when pictures calculated light specks

and love is a feeling in my brain.
          and its tries to grasp it back
     and then it tells my eyes to cry.

Crayon

imacrabpinch — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 21:17:21 -0400

i found a crayon today
crayola all the way
wrapped around, the paper frayed
around its bright orange wax

it was sharp. it was bright. it was dressed really well
it wrote well, it read well, it was superior in its tray
i dropped that crown, and it broke in half, and i thought, can i pick up only half?
we can still draw, we can still sing, but the full crayon has gone away

the cancers

imacrabpinch — Tue, 22 May 2012 20:04:47 -0400

those other animals cant take my name away from my head blown dollar bill dreams
the trendy papermill shrunk their hats around my brain stems and called it a day
while the whistles blew my lunch had spoiled and the water fountains stream
against a rigid lost long soul thats empty anyway

and the wooden cornered cabinets had blood at the tip
the floor was red spotted and the cats they didnt care they licked
the cabinets were bare, this cupboard is worn out
for every singing note was gone and the cats let out a shout.

it wasnt a meow, it wasnt a song, it was a loud loud roar
and the bugs ate all the medicine that silenced every thought
it wasnt a whisper, it wasnt a shriek, this was something else
for my tummy had been shot with steel and the medicine was bought

but it didnt help, it didnt help, the tigers rolled their thumbs
and the cancers eating up the skin its allowed to stunt and grunt.
the cancers eating up the skin and i am thinking fast
for thinking fast is the remorse of every heart beating fast kind of task

no night.

imacrabpinch — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 22:29:45 -0400

       long before

terms

                                                        turned.

maybe wiggled
                                         but didnt break
then broke.

no night.

"i hope that you smile when you hear this next verse"

imacrabpinch — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 02:57:00 -0400

your eyes are the lips that grin ear to ear

when you know that the truth is love from there to here

and here is unspoken, the words are untouched

try to dance around them, oh what a rush

and our souls are in-tune to every branch that

has grown since last June. in every branch fat

and at once i am feeling, like some green on some grass

finally I’m supposed to be taking in my light.