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A MASON JAR FULL OF STONES

chasingkhyber — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 04:57:19 +0000

the point of a poem
is the explanation
(the clearer picture)
through the fog.
and now I’m lost for words – I’m sinking
spinning
falling
shaking.

falling further

Posted in broken hearts

THE COFFEE IS JUST WATER DRESSED IN BROWN

chasingkhyber — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 00:17:14 +0000

Posted in photographs

MRS. PARNABY’S MATH CLASS

chasingkhyber — Sun, 24 May 2009 14:39:12 +0000

Posted in unicorns

THE FIRST POEM NOT ABOUT HER

chasingkhyber — Thu, 21 May 2009 00:10:22 +0000

all the punks come out in summer
blinking, the shadows in there eyes – dissipate
they walk on burning concrete
dragging their heels
breathing sweet air;
finally

they take the long way home
out of spite
for winter

because they’re rebellious like that.

its beautiful
when they come alive

Posted in verse

SELF PORTRAIT

chasingkhyber — Wed, 20 May 2009 00:07:32 +0000

Posted in photographs

I HOPE SHE TREATS YOU WELL

chasingkhyber — Mon, 18 May 2009 02:59:42 +0000

Lukah was brave
she dazzled, even me,
enough to believe in the innocent intentions
and those girls, the night she wore that red sweater
i watched her spin through blue in mid-transformation
and spit sweet smoke on the concrete
as she designed blueprints
for how to be human, here

she’d been chasing Khyber all along
who falls so hard so fast so strong
and sees through the tinted glass of heart
the tinted glass of liquid
a kaleidoscope; tumbling freckles and imperfections and individual little hairs
she begs sweet promises at night
that no one would want to keep in that moment
and soon; she’s standing under artificial bathroom light
seeking the distance it takes to escape the liquid pouring down now unfamiliar cheeks;
pooling in dimples;
begging her to leave and stay and go away and never come back,
one at a time

and Cash trembles
like an earthquake,

and disapears

Posted in broken hearts

BROKEN WRIST BROKEN BEER BOTTLE

chasingkhyber — Sat, 16 May 2009 04:11:23 +0000

is it so wrong?
i think she’s beautiful when she cries
liquid seeping through her eyes,
from glass
to eyelash starfish

and it scares me;
to feel nothing;
when i know i’m about to run;

but i’m so uncontrollably distracted
by her face
in the unforgiving bathroom light.

Posted in not quite sure

HUNDREDS OF MILES YA YOU CRY LIKE A BABY

chasingkhyber — Thu, 14 May 2009 17:24:00 +0000

Posted in sketches, unicorns

HOW IN THE HELL’D WE GET HERE

chasingkhyber — Thu, 14 May 2009 05:21:42 +0000

Posted in photographs, sketches

JACQUELINE

chasingkhyber — Wed, 13 May 2009 22:25:44 +0000

^ CLICK ME FOR ART

Posted in unicorns