lately:

3.30.10

Incredibly destined
was the way I felt. I'm still years younger than
rational thought, but i'm past the mark of
what I've here labeled as 'childish.'
I've been pining for a certain thing

for a certain word I don't yet know
for the handle to the plug of the tub
you've been soaking in all this time

nobody's destined for powders and plasticities
caustic facial asininewe weren't born to breathe.
I can't use names. Not for fear of thir letters
in sequence absorbed by greedy eyes, but
because I don't want to blame YOU just yet.



OLD:
2.26
well, i might mention, simply as your eyes look up at clouds
that pertinence is lost amongst my routined shroud.
now you agree, we both pay dues to gold.
not physical, a piece that shines when old.