Tuperware Heart |
Closing the scent of you behind with the heavy door, Between us are words too many said, or not said, too late to dash down and catch mid air embers in your palm ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 23:37:00 GMT |
Peanut Butter Fetus On My Teacup |
There is a peanut butter fetus on my teacup on my teacup that is in the sink, on the side of the delicate white teacup that is waiting to be washed in the sink.. &nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 23:33:00 GMT |
The Wild Ones |
Her lacerated face my mother, a lady. Was the pet of his mysterious ways. His Kingfisher disease and sublime Chimney he was methodical with his chivalry. &...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 13:44:00 GMT |
Falling |
A conscious detachment Well worked and cleverly executed If I didn't know better I'd ask Have you done this before&? 'Just the Right Amount' of Affection Attention to keep her l...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 13:41:00 GMT |
The Afterlife of Insects |
idea of absence hard and bright as tiger..s eye in her pocketShe liked it under the trees in winter, everything overhead, deador half dead, sky hardangle and arcHeart on a shelf, lovers in jarsconte...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 00:25:00 GMT |
