the fall |
There is a certain type of truth to the girl, her pupils level at ground zero and her simple hand is my umbrella. She is magical but not extraordinary. It's a simple, perfect beauty, like the grain of...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 20:46:00 GMT |
it's not orange, its round |
Now, in mixed company, she had asked, who is your wife again?
my wife died last September .
Silence.
There really isnt any way to save a dying fish of a coversation like tha...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:23:00 GMT |
rh tribute |
Ambition makes you look pretty uglyKicking and squealing gucci little piggy (paranoid android/OK Computer) Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for s...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 22:22:00 GMT |
rescue |
Lucky
I'm on a roll,
I'm on a roll this time
I feel my luck could change.
Kill me Sarah,
kill me again with love,
it's gonna be a glorious day.
Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out o...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 17:56:00 GMT |
three weeks |
someday you'll find that i have gone
but tomorrow may rain so i'll follow the sun.
Posted by on Sun, 13 Feb 2005 02:45:00 GMT |
pyramid song |
Alice carried the infant close to her swaddled in a soft thin robe and ugly eyebrows. The child screamed and screamed and tugged her hair and clawed her skin making it itch like watered clams. She bel...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Feb 2005 02:43:00 GMT |
if you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding |
walking through the small pathways of junior high school she throws the C building door open - the one where that rumor about the teacher making out with tanya allday started - some punches are thrown...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jan 2005 14:05:00 GMT |
rasperry, that's some fruit. |
i think com-puter screens are such silly things. we were meant to ride our rusty old bikes to school and to place of occupation, to work outside and get fresh air. stale air conditioning, powdered cre...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jan 2005 15:32:00 GMT |
summer overture |
We will dance over there by that great oak, yes, you and I, in our velvet black cloaks and our little black books where well dance and well dance and well dance till we flop
Top the great looming...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Jan 2005 18:14:00 GMT |
passing fancies and dancing tallulah....open for feedback (work in progress) |
more of them wave and clap ecstatically
and,
silly me -
thinking they were
...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jan 2005 09:37:00 GMT |
