bitch, bitch, bitch |
i'm sitting on a second story deck overlooking shrubbery, trees, grass and ultimately the ocean in bonny doon, california. coming back to the santa cruz area always feels like coming home, comfortabl...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:43:00 GMT |
blarney blah |
i'm drinking some of your tequila. don't worry, if nothing else i owe you a bott-elle. miss your face. the evenings are vanquishingly beautiful, and i tour abandoned buildings in the hopes of finding ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 23:57:00 GMT |
my way of saying grace |
i was eating a delicious dinner last night, and loving the shit out of it, i mean, every bite i took was like a mini tastebud orgasm in my mouth. it happened to have come from the hands of one of my ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 22:56:00 GMT |
lovers |
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Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 23:52:00 GMT |
i'm a hippie... |
i want to live in a wooden house somewhere in the woods with a garden and homemade windchimes and potted plants inside, where i can be barefoot when the weather's fair and have chickens to tend to and...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 15:04:00 GMT |
friends |
i want to jump into the arms of all my friendswho i have not seenfor weeks on endthe ones with which i find myself hopelessly intoxicatedand clawing at the maddened coattails of life with anddefying t...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 10:15:00 GMT |
noses will bleed |
i want to incinerate all of the flowers in the graveyard.i want to put spikes in all of the tires on the cars in the parking lots of churches and schools.i want the condom to break, the elevator cable...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 17:29:00 GMT |
..... |
i hear your laughter from far awayit's so distinct, it's utterly youand this poem sucks but hearing the laugh of someone i have known for yearssomehow makes me miss you butyou're so far awayso far awa...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 13:38:00 GMT |
F.B. |
the streets of fort bragg are eerily quiet and at the cemetary there's eaucalyptus trees that make a hushed whispering sound with the breeze, and they smell of coolness and medicine, i saw a section o...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 13:13:00 GMT |
punch me in the throat |
a punch in the throat; the look you gaveunconscious again, funny,still standing,fixed on the future like a ship to the horizon
the rumor runs rampant(grapes rot on the vine)too much tension heretime t...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 14:42:00 GMT |
