Closer, closer

Have I changed? Have I learned? I don't want to fall back into old, easy patterns. It's a slippery thing. But I've seen, I've felt, the dis-ease of us all, and it cannot prosper, it cannot sustain. There is only one truth, whether I accept it or not. I believe it's about time I accept it.

A Fever Of Old Friends

I fell into whispers

Soft verbal blisters

Do you feel nothing

when the touch is poisoned and hot?


A fever of old friends

Became my bookends

On many a moon glare

I lost them one by one


So I am barren and confused

I fell victim to the faithful and misused

I can't conjoin all I once knew



I fell and I forget

The sound of their whispers

Do you feel nothing

when you're choking on purest thought?

Archive 34B

I kissed her in the cabin near the lake. She feigned sleep. I stopped. Half of me felt foolish and wanted to leave, the other half a dumb, mangy, hound sticking around the table long after the meal had been finished. I stayed. She was sweet with me when she told me the reasons it wouldn't work. I left. I listened to Elliot Smith down dark highways sadly, but I knew she was right. It wouldn't work.