Sunday, July 25, 2010

Cherubs Are Allowed to Snort, Snore, and Sleep Drool

elastin takes over my sister's face while she sleeps,
her skin pulled taught and smooth.
there isn't one rogue pulse of blood
jetting across her dozing eyes.
awake
and that soft, unblemished skin
is still youthfully rubbery and resilient
but it becomes her war mask;
the opaquely fleshy guardian of what's brewing
behind her scanning eyes.
asleep
and her lips form a cherubic envelope,
parted to let air in to fill her lungs
and dry her tongue.
awake
and the corners turn up in honest grin,
chivalrous obligeance, uncertainty.
they move to make words that sound
too old to be coming from such a virginal face.
i watch her sleep, while she becomes
what she really is, while she reverts back to
the infant in the white bassinet,
the strange life that shares my blood and my thoughts,
the girl child who clutches a stuffed chimp in
her ambidextrous grip.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I'm a Liar and a Cheat Who's Been Flirting with the Nebulae

First things first, we have to talk about Christopher Kane Resort 2011, which is delicious, spacey, and all things that I love. Observe:

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Secondly, I have to apologize for not being an avid blogger and instead being a sleep deprived, food-devouring zombie. Good news is that I'm leaving for Seattle in twelve hours and I'm bringing with me some precious cargo: my laptop where all desirable magic is brewed, and my grandma who has a thing for taking heinous amounts of pictures. My suitcase is overflowing with the strangest items in my closet so I promise, absolutely promise some outfit fun when I get back. 
Lastly, my friend and I are starting up our own zine which should be coming out sometime in August. I'll have some links/more information for you soon. Email me if you are interested, we're open to just about anything as far as writing and art goes. If you even have an inkling of interest in getting involved, talk to me. I'll convince you to actually do it. Get excited kids!

Monday, July 12, 2010

we laugh at the folly of others,
we laugh together; out of fear,
fear of having to live in a moment of lucid silence,
fear of trampling on the conscience of the other,
fear of ourselves, mainly.
so i sigh when we're done with our belly warming chuckle
because i know that what we've just done
is a crime against truth, against knowledge.
we have violated the very rules we invented,
and only for the sake of youthful self-centeredness.
when we've finished laughing, laughing together
i'll want to break away and cry,
beating my hands upon the vial walls
we will have erected in the name of ignorance,
a false kind of ignorance, because you and i know
what it means to lie, deceive, to tantalize the
baby bird with an earth covered worm
and these skills only belong in the skill set of the knowledged
i hate laughing at things the idiot would and does find amusing
because it's the worse kind of pretending.
it's the desecration of all that i love,
the admittance of easiness
the scalpel that shreds through the surreal;
self-immolation.