Saturday, January 24, 2004
As a voice become ash, ash has been scattered by the hearing of the voice.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Still This in Me
This may/may not be my intended language. What other tongues are possible is a puzzle which will render my mind speechless. To be speechless, then. To court some source of discussional oblivion. To parent a growing void in the center of communication's womb.
Monday, January 05, 2004
This thing with words is simply not to be.
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Teeth
That one might smile and be despised or even thought vampiric. Truth to tell, I am an appetite awalking.
Some someone's whet m'mouthbones. Pity is, I can't seem to deny me.
Some someone's whet m'mouthbones. Pity is, I can't seem to deny me.