Thursday, August 05, 2010


Every song I hear
sound like a lament,

I cry.

I wanted to kiss you.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

distance, sky, a bird, and flood.

Knowing the desire
like a sharp weapon
smiling with the edge
like an uncold
pumping blood and
tickling the mind's
vein ends.

In a kiss all truths are buried,
Love, incomplete,  is a revenge.