In this very space
Merely two moments ago,
I said everything I wanted to
Before the fear took its place.
I became the
chalk outline
she left
behind her;she became
the salt
they buried
me in.
(Source: ravegrrrl)
“Turn your back to the stage”
(Source: nevver)
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do you think when johnny depp agrees to be in a movie with a different director he goes home at night and tim burton is just there with his face pressed against the window and johnny has to close the curtains to avoid feeling guilty
My father never cried.
My mother made up for his tears, in hers.
the blues
i got the
just realized i crookedly trimmed my beard yesterday and it reminded me of that hotel room in Spokane where the walls told me of the meaninglessness of life
blues
Zeus (Laura Kasischke)
All night I ride my motorcycle up
and down the dirt
road between your house and town. Just
as sleep’s about to slip
its loose white sack
over your nose and mouth, I’m
back, kicking
up the gravel with my tires—for
I am dust and sound, and nobody
fucks with dust, and silence
has a price. I
have a long grey pony-tail
and a jacket
with Meet Your Maker embroidered on the back.
For now, you can’t quite fathom that, though
you think hard, late at night, when
sleep won’t come, and know
in the empty notebook
of your heart that
where thought ends, there’s God. And
you’re no longer young. The night
sky’s a big mouth,
opened wide. At least
two times you would have died
if it hadn’t been for my rough kindness. That
time in Vegas with the gun, and
what was that other one? Passes
understanding,
doesn’t it? Or
maybe I’m just out here having fun. Maybe
if you lived
on a little lake, I’d
ride my jet ski on it every night. I’d
wear a Hawaiian shirt, and I’d
be young and blond. In any case, sleep will come
soon enough. Tonight
you can lie awake in the dark
and thank your lucky stars
that I chose your dirt road
to ride my motorcycle on.
(Laura Kasischke)
