Friday, June 5, 2009

poke holes in the sheet of night
behind there must be light

anna

in comedy as in tragedy, late in Act Three, the heroine hesitates. Her Fate is in the balance. It's what old Corneille and young Moliere call suspsense...ion.
If hell is the farthest place from your love
Then the devil must be god’s lover
What am I to do
To sin
To bruise
To yearn and be the angel
Or love and be the devil

Thursday, June 4, 2009

zoe

Vampires are lucky, they can feed on others. We gotta eat away at ourselves. We gotta eat our legs to get the energy to walk. We gotta come, so we can go. We gotta suck ourselves off. We gotta eat away at ourselves til there's nothing left but appetite. We give, and give and give crazy. Cause a gift that makes sense ain't worth it. Jesus said seventy times seven. No one will ever understand why, why you did it. They'll just forget about you tomorrow, but you gotta do it.
the ground grew jealous of the night sky
and reached over to grab the stars
as the earth eclipsed the moon
the night grew
just a little bit darker
i turned to you
to grab your hand
but only saw a shadow
of myself
where you once stood.