Author Archives: Timothy E. Wilson

Je déteste que mon coeur ait la rage de mille taureaux…

Posted on February 10, 2012 by Timothy E. Wilson

Je déteste que mon coeur ait la rage de mille taureaux, Je déteste que tu sois partie Que tu reposes Que tu ne reviennes pas Et que tu le saches. Je te vois ailleurs, Partout mais Nul part dans mes … Continue reading →

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jukeboxer

Posted on December 5, 2011 by Timothy E. Wilson

hold me mend me fuck me know me tip me saturate regulate care for paginate fur-lined flowerbeds harakiri hypotenuse sectional couch wars glean penetrate punchdrunk philanthropic glue pee dismembering vandal landscapes boysenberry skylines pink quilts patchworks overtures trashy napkin eyeliner … Continue reading →

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Rosée

Posted on December 3, 2011 by Timothy E. Wilson

Nos caresses font unisson maigre selon les diagonales des jours chaque mouvement étalait à coups de massue tes yeux rêvés rêvaient faisaient vidaient entaillaient évidaient à coups de hache de scie grinçant aux lèvres. La chance joue à plaire on … Continue reading →

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bottlecap blues

Posted on November 27, 2011 by Timothy E. Wilson

Joined at impediment trampled, ash, stomach burnt, chest planted, bare, below. Gloved, ribs protruding in silver print me on the chair foot like initials, knelt on tile, checkered. You have edges like porcelain. Eavesdropping cinders silhouettes tight with teeth orange … Continue reading →

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