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About Me

almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday's
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
on a quiet Sunday morning.

one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.

yes, some lives were made to be
wasted.

My Interests

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My Blog

keep rubbing (a 21st century fairy tale)

it's all thereright beneath the surfacethe cabinets are filthy butoh, look how it shines!that countertop, that marblethat italian tile worth more than a month's workbut it sparkles, look how it sparkl...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Oct 2010 18:37:00 GMT

that word

at only three yearsmy greatest lovehas learned the weight of wordsthe smile of this child alonerestored faith in meand through his eyesI became alive againafter a long deathand yetthis child has learn...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Apr 2010 21:34:00 GMT

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"These are the true religious, the purists, the pros. The ones who will not accept a false Messiah, or love the priest instead of the God. They do not mistake the lover for their own pleasure, they ar...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Mar 2010 21:28:00 GMT

overwhelmed, underwhelmed

Things.. things, more things.There are too many things. Too many people. Too many people doing things. Or not doing anything at all. Or worrying about things they have to do.. or should be doing. Go t...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:38:00 GMT

other lives

sometimes my senses shiftthey buzz and slip togetherallowing me to feel all those other livesthat were left suspended in timetiny invisible lives never given a chance to startI close my eyes and fall ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:56:00 GMT

drunk rainy saturday

6:45pm 3 pints of beer and a pack of cigarettesmy cat is scratching at something beneath my bedand there is a sandwhich rotting inside my pocketbookwhat an awful rainy saturdayI have hadall things was...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:45:00 GMT

Read My Blog

Finding a poet you love is like finding a god among men.Richard Brautigan, I love you.Simple,  heartfelt,  brilliant.AS THE BRUISES FADE, THE LIGHTNING ACHESAs the bruises fade, the lightning aches.La...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:17:00 GMT

the sun is an asshole

the sun smirks and sends its glareinto spaces of solitude and retreatits that yellow light that sneaks in like a pinchwaking usif only momentarilywith a sarcastic laugheven the strongest of usare slav...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Sep 2009 22:50:00 GMT

DISCIPLINE

Am I - Am I still tough enough? Feels like I'm wearing down, down, down, down, down Is my viciousness, Losing ground, ground, ground, ground, ground? Am I taking too much? Did I cro...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:48:00 GMT