Thursday, September 27, 2012

lament not...


Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

[Poem by Dorianne Laux- all rights reserved]

Make mistakes. Learn. Move on. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

wishlist #3...

[images- Korres Mango Butter Lipstick in Fuchsia/ Lubitel 166+/ Omorovicza Thermal Cleansing Balm/ Equipment Sleeveless 'Daddy' shirt/ Chanel 'Noir Obscurs' Rouge Allure/ Crosley Portable Record Player]

Monday, September 10, 2012

dark horse...

The darkness hugs and
pulls at threads
connected to my eyelids
holds them open and
I blindly stare at
the black and the night

[words by me]

[images- Ciara/ Ranya Mordanova/ Rachel Weisz/ Rooney Mara/ Ruby Aldridge/ Dark Horse]

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

diary/ august...

Waiting, waiting. Standstill. Stagnant. Red light. Stop sign. Hoping. Failing. Anticipating. Hoping. Waiting. Hold my hand, deuce. Cliff edge. Crumbling. Withdrawn. Framed. Image cracking. Hands shaking. Hold my hand. Deuce? I'm waiting. Standstill. Crushed. Waiting.

[words- me]

[images- freckle/ crystal head vodka/ Chiswick/ night in/ The Splinter/ sunset/ boss/ Chefs Gallery/ family/ eagle/ getting laid/ South Pacific/ Since I Left You/ gelato]