Sunday, April 22, 2012


Once there was a hollow girl and her bones were strung with nylon and she danced.
Sometimes when she moved the earth swayed to her music and
sometimes when she stopped the world stopped at her feet.

I dressed myself in white-girl skin and skated on the brim
 of fashion and power. When I reached the top i thought the I would be free but
all that was left at the top were skeletons of an older crop
of more the accomplished.

So now i know that when I'm home
I'll forever be alone. And when I breathe all I'll get is
air breathed out by other men
who sought the air of power and
ended up like me.


  1. Very nice. Enjoying the wild, uninhibited images of your poems. As you said, it doesn't have to make sense.