of this attempt to see.

stranded this night in brick lane

all those men in their fancy suits
although i do love to hate them
their smell intoxicates on the evening train home
they are secretly dying
they do not know what it is they are standing for

all those girls with their coal eyes and bangs
the boys with tight pants and black sneakers
they are reading bukowski
and sensing there is something better
they do not know what it is they are standing for

i am coming closer to
knowing what it is i am standing for

sav/krk/jank/megan/thomas

As I shimmied in a skirt through the hole in the glass window pitifully to get a better glimpse of local crew 'burning candy,' your lovely faces passed through my mind as I contemplated one of the final scenes in Ghost (in which the antagonist dies via a broken window crashing down to cut off his head).

You all would have been proud (or shook your head and said under your breath, “Idiot.”) Not as glamorous as slumming in the drains of the east end or risking going down the subways, but I did nearly step on a rat.

Much love to you all.

these altered months

all this incredible shift and change
makes me want to aimlessly shake this skull back and forth
and back and forth until this stained reality
doesn't make sense
and doesn't need to

what is this happiness that is yet discontent

these people which have taught me
these lovers which have shaped me
they move and yet i cannot touch them
they are slipping away and i cannot touch them

trapped in the middle of a one way love
who am i to fight this down


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMFAVLCUaok

daphne

take your love away
take your love away

so take me as my enemy
and i'll come and go as you please
but i'll stay
stay

take your love away,
take your love away