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Waving

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


I will leave with nothing but the clothes on my back.

Seven days will save me from myself and everything I own.
I won’t speak up or write it down.
Time will wrap itself around thoughts and thoughts will wrap around the present.
Memories will crown a crowded head while wires will be kept dry and buttons unpressed.
I will forget my number and my thirst.
I will drain my veins of codes and what comes first.
Following the daily train, maintaining the lightness of self all paid with understanding and patience.
Will I collect matches and rain-checks?

If you sit alone in a dark room, are you dodging delicious fruit or digging the depths of the earth?

If you sit under the moon in a forest, are you avoiding traffic lights or embracing the strings behind the scene that pull up blades of grass?

I will leave with nothing but the clothes on my back.

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February 23, 2010

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Sanctuary

posted by Primessa Espiritu
February 23, 2010



Want not Need

Sunday, February 14, 2010


In the soft round of your forehead
I can see it coming in
The spike of your curiosity
Ready for another stab
At the unspeakable beat
The Beast of truth
The soft round hidden spot
Between my forbidden bones
Uneaten by plastic mouth
Safe in the womb unconcerned

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February 14, 2010

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Mike, Charlie & Ricky

Friday, February 05, 2010


my fingers tap tap tap
keys, matches and covers
through the window
sun passes me by
never landing
the kids are out
their games are never over
they rub the earth with laughter
while this sickness traps
i see i write i
tap tap tap
my play is imaginary
their laughter
buzz kill
an alarm
to go all the way
live the sickness
this ticket
to wellness
and rivers of coffee
from this good old ticker
keys, matches and covers
tap tap tap
knowing i am whole
is heavy
on the heart
where through us
light falls apart

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February 05, 2010

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