the ceiling fan
has no secrets
left
it goes on
blithely
misunderstanding
directions
the song it sings
/softly
saves us
all
. . . . . . .
....
About Me
. . . . . . .
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(120)
-
▼
March
(33)
- all motivationsare strandedin this dead landyou ca...
- the sound's footfall leavesan imprint onfreshruled...
- i am the light removed from all subtlety i am the ...
- the wave of vibrationcrossed fromport to starboard...
- these seventy-two seconds are separated outby comm...
- my cold handshave been replaced by thesewarmlinear...
- from the furthestreachesthe darkest huesare report...
- the wave of vibrationslingered in his left sideas ...
- while i push forwardfrom my currentframe of refere...
- my enjoymentof this dayis principledandaesthetical...
- i have presenteda carbon face to theworldi have ru...
- we are navigatingvia the trace patternsof pollensw...
- variations of whiteare awashin the air currentssli...
- i am allstabilizednowwhileall pointsof the compass...
- the dogshave set allresponsibilities forthe dayins...
- he came torealize(while puttinga pencilback togeth...
- [-For kemadrin: the composer (with jon7) of defin...
- the dirt onher shoesis a relativeecosystemthat res...
- this hourilluminates usall as westandwaiting for t...
- this morningi have crushedmy sense ofaestheticsbeh...
- the street performer hasfour days leftto render th...
- all imaginationscollapseinside these reformatedday...
- all angularconsequences arereduced to thismarkwher...
- the grain runs throughits permutationssaturatedby ...
- i have beenstartled out ofcomplacencyand my eyesro...
- the old manwatched the airshipslide overthis broke...
- while thisafternoonis isolatedthe 'secondsof thoug...
- she finds astillnesshere among thefolding crowdsas...
- the resistance was mildat firsta slight tinglingse...
- we move inincrementsas the airshipis nudgedby/slig...
- the ceiling fanhas no secrets leftit goes onblithe...
- i am carried at this momentby the sour tonesof yea...
-
▼
March
(33)