28.2.10

scribbled between sketches of ancient egyptian symbols.

the ancient egyptians were superstitious bastards but coincidentally much smarter than we'll ever be.

touching myself over canopic jars.



your feet are tightly bound. aint no escapin death now.

17.2.10

i feel myself

and i am floating floating away.
complete disconnect from all of you and my feelings and i dont have to care about anything. anyone.

a light airy disconnected freedom.

12.2.10

lightasafeather stiffasaboard

i want to touch your feet feel your lines your bones
play with the one like that in my knee
touch your crumbling face
i am reselecting music on my ipod inches from a mummy.
i am disappointed your face is just a burnt ball.




usai.
i reach out and peel away the rough thin linen
reveal your teeth intact and offer you

a cup of tea a kiss for luck.

7.2.10

in the woods in tuscany.

in a night lit only by the stars of the universe and i mean all of them visible to a naked eye from italy
we close our eyes and still they are imprinted on the backs of our eyelids.
orione as always stands over me, sheathed sword
there's never a fight
the tiny dipper faces the big as it pours sweet cream
fills our awaiting buckets with milk.