the end.

alberts gone. my boo bear. 14 years old. heart failure. we put him down yesterday.  he was still wagging his tail as the needle went in. the happiest dog in the world. i’ll miss that cocke...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:05:00 GMT

tongue

own these words steal my tongue           place it in your back pocket and as the saliva begins to seep through your jeans know that this is the clos...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 12:30:00 GMT

slam poem

tears are not becoming, sweetiemight ruin your complexionand complexity is certainly a thing you'll need in this world.for you see, the parodox of a woman is rosy cheeked and fair of skinsoft, fragile...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 14:20:00 GMT