Tuesday 9/25/2012 12:22:00 AM

treasure maps and turnstiles. the silver sleep of the young. the world is sharp. so sharp. every encounter cuts. the world is meat. torn and rotting and dead.

pencils and crayons and paper. the scissors in her throat. as she tries to speak. tired mariners arguing with the ocean.

the world is numbers. content to dance to the flesh's cold arithmetic. the world is bridges. pathways. roads. hungry veins pumping to the rhythmic chaos. touch in hollow auctions. wagers of want. ruptures of when.

velvet monsters. softer than waiting. for the world to end. a sin of words. in simple lies. in neccesary fictions.

the world is weightless. benign to gravity. while i continue to sink.

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