29.9.07

tonight i wish there were some way to decorate my body. i'm burning with the energy to inscribe words and other glyphs over my toes and knuckles and neck.

the tongue of a paintbrush could connect my moles, freckles, scars, scabs, and wounds, roughly licking my skin until it glowed pink underneath wet new designs. i am afraid i can count the nights i will feel like this on only one hand.

where are you now, when i need you to help me? where were you before?
tonguing my flesh until i am one with the writing on my skin, i call northward and westward on the wind

i convince myself that i am accepting of impermanence if only because it may be remembered in inscription.

28.9.07

at first i thought i didn't like you.
(maybe because you seemed too much like me)
i was just a new way of regarding the name
there have been a hell of a lot of "cory's" lately.

but it's funny how sometimes you just have
to drink a few half-glasses
of water, and listen to someone talking
and that's what it takes to calm down.

i'm reading this book of poems right now.
i'm not sure how i feel about them -- i don't
know if i can believe the speakers... but
the first one was good. it was about
smoking, and after i read it i
smoked my first cigarette.