Probably the most 'erin' thing I have ever written |
Wallflower
Sitting on your stairs I press my face to the rough wallpaper and wait. I hate being late but watching you float, half dre...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 20:31:00 GMT |
the conversation that bound us as friends... |
Borders
We cross a line when I tell you about my dog.
The way I bent over to pet him
and he licked my breast
above the low cut v-neck.
How I was repulsed.
And slightly turned on.
The borders o...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 20:33:00 GMT |
My take on US politics. |
Fuck the Secretary of Defense
Turned on CNN
hoping to catch a glimpse.
Theres something sexy about the way
you can answer a question
by not answering the question.
The circular logic of us and ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 May 2006 21:01:00 GMT |
Writer's Block |
The Non Poetic Destiny
Sitting at the bar,
drinking a lonely pint wishing I could write,
singing with Don McLean
and I cant help but feel that I have nothing to say.
He says, thisll be the day ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 06:08:00 GMT |
A poem for your reading pleasure. |
Again, beautiful
Youre the most beautiful woman in the bar
he says looking over my shoulder.
Leaning his weight against my arm,
he sweeps back my hair
tongue brushing my ear when he whispers
I...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 14:28:00 GMT |
420 |
after 420, 421 is a huge painful let down.
did i mention painful?
Posted by on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 20:15:00 GMT |
