I captured paper dreams
at the Timber Falls Motel,
six black dots on a white surface,
unsettled message.
Division, blank talk defending
what I want.
Call me. There's enough for both of us.
Rewriting Twin Peaks scripts as poetry. Each poem will be put together using only words and phrases from its specified script.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Wax - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4
I believed you were gifted.
A secret meeting in the woods, misguided.
Initials in blood,
the letter 'j',
a corridor of inquiry.
Crash; nervously smoking,
your connection strict,
a drug rundown
in the collar.
Lost, I was looking outside
to make luck.
A secret meeting in the woods, misguided.
Initials in blood,
the letter 'j',
a corridor of inquiry.
Crash; nervously smoking,
your connection strict,
a drug rundown
in the collar.
Lost, I was looking outside
to make luck.
Friday, August 7, 2015
The Clearing - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4
I broke the beam of a flashlight
to catch a glimpse off limits,
the dead wrapped in plastic.
Enter one last chance:
I shouldn't have trusted
what you buried
in the clearing.
Maybe we should tell somebody
we were happy,
a long talk on possession,
visions all an act.
I keep thinking
I'm going but
I just can't get away.
to catch a glimpse off limits,
the dead wrapped in plastic.
Enter one last chance:
I shouldn't have trusted
what you buried
in the clearing.
Maybe we should tell somebody
we were happy,
a long talk on possession,
visions all an act.
I keep thinking
I'm going but
I just can't get away.
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