jewl kat

nine thirsty

under two empty shelves, the two white shirts echo their loneliness multiplied by four empty hooks to the right through the blinds. a Rorschach for my empty evening, giving order to this fractured pattern of expectoration and obstinate yearning.


i don't know anything about cleveland but i'm suddenly tempted to go. i wonder is it's not the same sort of icy grey and how much cyanoacrylate it's going to take to reassemble the shattered wheels of my cold, cold heart.

my gawd could out wait you gawd and it may be the reason my blood is so thick. my blood can wait for your blood whilst we both wait for this glue to solidify the sounds of smiling out loud.

the icarus falls remix

if i were an angel
i'd wonder
and if i were a debutante i'd be coy
if i were
someone who had money and influence and a false laugh and something to say
i'd be
half way to salem.


but i'm just drunk
and poor
and wondering what sort of flowers she wants
and trying to
reign in this
horrible
addiction
to being a martyr of sorting the 4 rights that
make me left
and
centered

and it's the new new
the lunar year


tonight
the moon tracked south and faded from
blood to the colour of anglo inadvertent misunderstandings
in the frost
whilst my face froze and i hated


not being
able to
ex posit on paper

the DT's, man.
the DT's.


i see sparks, nothing un~beautiful
but there is no fire. no want. no hope.
and fades into what we could only hope is the

steady cadence of
a running joke.


my angels fades on high and yet i am again and again drawn
to
new heights

in incorrigibility