Thursday, July 1, 2010

mechanical girl

drill another hole,
she doesn't feel a
created from cans
and plastic.
nothing real can
live around you,
breathing death...
drill another hole,
she's yours to
brain fashioned from
radio wire,
she'll sing through
aluminum lips.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

the cafe

it was a moment...
blood dripped from
his finger
into my coffee,
a crimson swirl.
i drank it,
he walked away.