by Jason Thomas Kocher January 10th, 2010 - Writing » Dream Diaries »
We hear a muddled voice, speaking in rhythm and de facto secrecy, repeating…memorized lines…a religious act…or an act of mild mannered madness.
Blues and greys fading to black fill the blanks of the walls, a small white bed somewhere in center.
A Victorian nonchalance hangs in the air as it does in her hair, brunette curls sleeping, a dress [...]
by Jason Thomas Kocher August 25th, 2009 - Writing » Poetry »
A perfect death
for its almost nature
An effort towards
a injested jelly
Further a tearing white flash
and die just more
A dripping grin
toweling off
Spitting out
a barbwire breath
to begin again
by Jason Thomas Kocher April 25th, 2009 - Writing » Poetry »
The smell of
rust flavored grass
sand not yet glass
A dew
through hair
moved by dubbed wind
matching my musk
Bare knees
absent mind
unkempt
thoughts
not kept
Two eyes
look back
miss each other
and keep going
We
are
All
Right.
by Jason Thomas Kocher March 20th, 2009 - Writing » Poetry »
I stick a match
stabbed
the middle of my eye
Squinting…
and wincing…
and winking…
I strike it
and watch it
burn down…
to the licking…
lapping…
wick…
of my self
It sputters
and splinters
and sizzles out
And without evidence
continues to do
something more
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