vox et praeterea nihil

"she rests her head on my pillow, and my favorite, warmest blanket about her shoulders sits, she seems impossible, unhere, was she ever gone? a ghost.  my ego dissolves, and my arms ache to reac..."

"we catch our hero halfway down, where love lies to him, where peacable reentry is denied.  we hold our breaths as he holds her hand, trying to decide, sort of coasting side by side. this wal..."

"there is a dream inside and it's a fool, but it speaks to me and it sings songs of days and nights. and i listen. in a skyline of hillrises, high above my countryside (you) reality a term we..."

"under the many waves in dreams and under hiding it sits such unusual power and yet voracious hunger it holds, as though it could eat away the world, and rightly should my own hungers..."

"lift this skirt your innocence, the world wants to see beneath. i want the world to be beneath, sweep skin upon skin in the softest, with powder, of all my loftiest dreams, for power, for sweet a..."

"the flesh-colored light of these lamps make wet and orange on the cold and gray reflections in puddles as i step lightly around, and my fingers close around the handle i'm willing to pay my voice sha..."

"Every day her hands grow softer toward me, her eyes glow blue. Her teeth spark new, brighter fires with each passing day. This building intensity must climax. There are laws here. Of physics..."

"(ladybird she) is bent and winking wet before me, and i grow closer, subtle by inches. she lets me touch her velvet, rubber and slick seductions. my hands, my breath, my taste and my eyes are..."

"and nothing else involved in us nothing else involved us in one another and nothing banal, i bear fruits to this, i concoct, and the elixirs i've made, cocktails of some color, i only drink alone an..."

"i am a man crooked, awkward line drawing of a sobbing puppet. symbology, we can dream of meat-eating dinosaurs and trundling epitomies. where you draw the lines, where you draw the crosses ..."

"Your paltry two dimensions unfold and multiply under the weight of spotlights, dancing you make it all seem like a long-dead sport. You make dancing quietly. You're irony in girl's form, g..."

"men tall y, i MD oingoka y, butt hebod y i SD est roy in gits elf an DD ragg in GM edo wnw It H It.a little cummings-inspired piece on the fear of death. Written November 16th, 1999 © o..."

"My eyes don't help here, but I bring complex metaphors of passion and dialog to the surface of reasoning with unbearable gravity. Unreachable clarity. I see the foolish artist (portrayed as a young m..."

"Here are my hands, over flesh, where flesh has held the hands before, where echoes Memory and Plain, Subtle Sweet Seduction Knows Itself By Any Other Name. Here are my hands, over curves, Swee..."

"where does she get off learning my fantasies of skin, of stretching smooth ice over stretching smooth heat within, over the influences of the exhausting recourse. she sings in the midnights and c..."

"mad mountains crawl down my veins and i want to be within you inside you and ruthlessly swallowed. there are hearts of thunder, bred and broken through the mandibles of this employ, the terr..."

"weepingly so sighing i sit pouting, child, wanting it to go away to be my way, wishing it was doggie's day, sighingly so weeping i wait for nothing more than a notice of eyes grow long and sha..."

"her skinny hands fall across my skin and i am meat, an idiot. gaping, swallow, remember to breathe. her delicates besiege me with sin while her eyes and singsong bring waking sleep from in my skin..."

"my yes is stolen by flashes of skin, flesh i shouldn't be looking at, shadows my eyes are in, sneaking looks i can't help but sneaking take. my yes has become stolen merchandise, tonight. i w..."

"she doesn't call, and anybody could have seen this coming i react, and cold burning irony sleeps cold burning wiry inside of me, crunching on my entrails, eating my guts sour away, i react, an..."

"i've never had you on my face, ceramic and wet, chilling and when i saw you in your sleep it wasn't how i wanted it it wasn't capable and free, empty and engulfing though my arms did grace you ..."

"already my mind has drifted whither which all wandering away, a thousand innuendoes are playing with my fragile toys, my mind explodes (and girls and boys, already my mind has drifted boundless ..."

"i was the only word in her vocabulary, in the structure of the simple the structure of the simple punctures piercing little needles digging dirt into the flesh i was the only word in her vocabular..."