I just wrote this in class...a bunch of thoughts...yeah I'm having a very textbook ADD day. it formated differently on the computer but c'est la vie. otherwise enjoy.



CL



rambling flyers



dolly flings herself

from bridges 

everyday

trying to find the truth

in words

and mementos

fates to spend eternity

searching for the answer to

life

even though its at the

bottom of the 

film canister

left in the moldy

glove compartment



carl spends

his last dollar

on day old liquor

and warm beer

trying to

erase all

the memories

of

nights alone

with nothing but

his red gaping soul

bared for only

the stars 

and the moon

to see



dora watches

the people patter along

below

 from

her upstairs

apartment

waiting for 

the white knight

to carry her away

into the 

blazing sun



patrick

--so petrified with 

shady tampered rivulets 

of blood 

scathing the 

inside of the pale pelt

of the inner thigh-- 

scrubs himself clean

with

a dirty rag

trying to salvage 

his own

sanguine smeared skin

wondering

if he’ll ever stop 

lying to himself

about

liaisons in dark always

the 

way

lips feel against his skin

and

how another’s

flesh feels inside



peter runs headlong

into the brick 

wall

that so resembles

sanity

and relationship

he’s determined 

to cave 

it in 

at it’s base

his mother



maria

so full of grace

injects

knowledge of ancients

and poetry of

kismet

with the ability of 

a user

the jail cell

of repeated historical fact 

is a cage

and 

people call her

addict

but she’s so sure

she’s normal

this addicted to beauty