poetry untitled love poetry... about james dean. just kidding about the love part. seascape great final verse. a metal frame probably about terry/the same persona in crawl inside. how shocking. radiology urban. not bad. bonds being broken helplessness. untitled the end of verse. snapshot still life or setting. reading wit nice pun. untitled about words and nothingness. see a pattern? it was no good death remembers all uneven things. the prison of the house feeling in stillness. friday night, hotel room the light recalls a larger side of loneliness. like skeletons, ever so pretty borrowing a line from suede. a verse, i mean. seriously. a metal frame (ii) shockingly enough, this is a partner piece to my older poem of the same name. mad dog, god damn borrowing a title from elastica. almost. other than that, this has nothing to do with the song. so rest easy. untitled when it comes to writing, this is what i do. breaking the rules kind of meaningless, but not. yet again, oddness abounds. the heart and the rain this one has it all--a few interesting ideas and a shocking last verse. next love in a museum. or not, but i love it when i'm clever. covered everything under the sun again, nothing to write home about. but good enough, and with a comsat angels reference to boot. that's something. the absence of tears a slightly modified version. the opening verse is still really good. veil this one i'm not so sure about. but again, that's one killer opening line. the velocity of sorrow, or: transport to central words fly. very simple, but i think it's good. a metal frame (iii) the return of the infamous "crawl inside" persona. how original. my ending lines are as powerful as ever. first movement words are universal. empathy is my dream job. piano score yet again, working with recurring themes. i'm so talented, as i'm sure you can tell. seemingly, the end i kind of like this. endings are still my forte. with every hint i really, really want to be charles wright. this, however, isn't even funny. in blood holly, billy and lawrence. i couldn't write without my influences. i'm eternally grateful. grave, beautiful more of that lovelorn mood. how cool. (back)