"Corrosive Clucking"

"Corrosive Clucking"

Sending angels away on a acid bath.soaking
Decoding the debris to land on sickle shoreline. Clocking
Pile bodies to the towers of Babylon. A cresant moonlight curse
Reside the power of free will
Mental and menthol
Happy and turpentine

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-07-13

YOUR DEATH TODAY*

YOUR DEATH TODAY*

I went to.see you lying there in the pine box.wooden and fresh. You stay motionless as I gaze.
You dont talk 
The dead dont speak.
I hear you everywhere and all around me.some cryptic sensation
You never move nor blink. Yo u only appear to be here never looking real
This reality isn't real nor is it fiction. Its only a state a place in time where one of your parallel universe's end

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-04-13

A Summer Hermit 》》》

A Summer Hermit 》》》

I have travelled far
I hated to go away to the stars
I used to hang on to you
I was so ashamd
I was hungry I gave to you

Oh can I give it back to you
I'm hanging on to you
So treacherous
I drag the waters for you..oh im a let down
So long as im not you im far away from this song

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-07-13

HOW TO FIND SPRING-

HOW TO FIND SPRING-

on the 3rd month the sun awakened
The air became warm and the nights conquered the kings of the day, in solitude the grass becomes corrosive and the plankton turn green,
Heavy mornings and easy days.
When the sun is gone.I'll still have a light...

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-24-13

Elzie Odem-

Elzie Odem-

How fleeting the nights crossing the soccor field entering the arlington thicket.

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-23-13

THE GOOD MEMORY"

THE GOOD MEMORY"

memories are made up of smells sight and sound something for me is the smell and look of an older vehicle preferably 1980 to 1990 the gasoline exhaust the workings of a carburetor the chipping paint faded rest I guess some things are meant to always be memories

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-21-13

Every Man Has A Devil>

Every Man Has A Devil>

she comes to me and whispers soft quick precise precision.
she's eager to please, seduction in the form of a book love in the form of pages turn the page.
no horror, commodity to start a fire...

let un dress let's address the state should we start st the head or work our way down to the feet?

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-21-13

Sometimes I travel

Sometimes I travel. .sometimes I dream..the difference in the two is the speed of traveling. I can be anywhere in the world when I close my eyes. When I open them...there I am alone..in my bedroom have never left

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-16-13

TREE TRENCH

TREE TRENCH

A ancient old earth belly aches chage of modern society she must be free. The look in her eyes the barbed wire strow across her face. Cracks and crevice crew and muck. The dirt is almost gone.

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-18-13

The Empty Glass》

The Empty Glass》

Crystals and rose colored
bruised, bathed
The day ends again

A mountain of a man with a soul of a wild bear.
A precise weapon of literacy, glittery. Gluttony
A beautiful tragedy.

Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-18-13

The bluest shade of Oceana

The bluest shade of Oceana

The water resides for the brand new jewel to dance. Passion combs the beach side..shoreline rocket glare
Drifting in perfect alignment
Hoping for a chance to elivate this beauty- Nathan S Evanoff

Posted on 03-16-13