topotales

wave of colored glass
trapped rawness inside real: one
moment without end

(Bon Iver, The Wolves)

Remember our words,
velvet bindings twined like steel,
and all I wanted.

Little red herring,
stop swimming in my inkpot-
blue’s not your color!

Desperation strikes.
Can she continue this show,
or is she damned?

Temple is in sight,
its warm light candles beckon:
yet we must suffer.

I’ll scratch on your door
until the wood fills my nails.
Won’t you let me in?

My dog knows not to
ever pass up a good kiss.
She loves her human.

He tells her secrets:
daily magic from his life.
She always wants more.

Fuck this depression;
I’m not here to make you smile.
I’m here for my life.

Mangio la pizza
perchè è buonissima;
cresce la panza.