20 Feb 2008


ticking time
traces of water on my window pane
i drift away like sleep
i drift away like smoke
in my mind
a tattoo forms on an angels skin
the sky folds into another day
lights stick my eyes like needles
like spiteful pine needles.

between the
cold comfort of transparent glass
i slide down like silk
i slide down like opium
only to find
a dream forms of new york skys
a cup of breast, a bowl of thigh
colour floods my mind like rainbows
china white? asian brown?


Inconsequential said...

proper good

cocaine jesus said...

about time you said you loved me.

Robert said...

this was incredible, CJ!

just fucking gorgeous