Tuesday, February 16, 2010

these lies we tell ourselves

I wish to be animal
with no responsibilities
no love
no hate
surviving and wild
with sleep
and eat
and mate

I wish to be animal
with appetite
with instinct and danger
to murder and ravage
indulge in emotion
present and pulsing
sedate or savage

I wish to be animal
with teeth
and claw
and ear
to roam with these tools at my whim
no collections of refuse 
and rubbish
with which humans are brimmed

I wish to be animal
with simplicity
simple need
simple happiness
simple thought
to wander warmly till death is the gift i am bought

Friday, February 12, 2010

Packing for Unknown Adventures

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Fleshy Leftovers

 


 


 

 

  

 


  

  

  

  

  


  

  

  

  

 

Unwashed