unchuenchable thirsts |
Unquenchable Thirsts
she sat next to me on a train almost two months ago
on my way back from Barcelona and we were somewhere
between Paris and Belgium I think and she had this
suitcase wedged ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Mar 2005 21:26:00 GMT |
tough love |
Tough Love
Nick gripped the brick in his left hand as he staggered along the grey shadow of sidewalk beneath a sliver of moon. he wasnt left handed, but he thought the left hand could use...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Mar 2005 18:04:00 GMT |
Tripping at the MFA |
A "Trip" to the MFA
or
Munching on Reality Sandwiches at the Center of the Sun
The morning crept up on me like vermin. Minutes before, I was having an epic tennis match against Stevie Wonder u...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Mar 2005 15:33:00 GMT |
maybe |
Maybe it was the rain
on the road or the holes
in my shoes or the way
your hands seemed
to whisper no
youve
got it all
wrong.
Maybe it was the deep wrinkles
o...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Feb 2005 16:56:00 GMT |
Welcome to the Waffle Iron |
"...Graduating class of 2004, I want to personally thank you for the past four years..."
The thought to flee hit me about midway through my high school graduation ceremony. The Valedictorian was fa...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Feb 2005 16:42:00 GMT |
zen and the art of moped thievery |
We were men on a mission. Armed with a pair of pliars, a belly full of adderall, and our iron will, Greg and I set out towards Fenway to liberate an abandoned moped that had been there for over a yea...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Feb 2005 16:16:00 GMT |
i got arrested. |
2005. this year's been pretty good to me so far. I haven't gotten arrested yet. i did however get arrested dec. 31 of 2004. and that pretty much sucked. what a way to finish off the year, huh? ja...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Jan 2005 16:05:00 GMT |
mediocre poem |
your
arms become
hands become
finger-
tips in the
morning.
(see
i told
you
it was
mediocre.)
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jan 2005 10:29:00 GMT |
adderall poem |
adderall poem
part 1
when i was
younger maybe
six or seven or
eight i always had
this habit of
dreaming this
awful habit of
dreaming and
I would be at school
and the teacher wo...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jan 2005 22:15:00 GMT |
oh my god this poem is so fucking emo. |
I ran into an old girlfriend tonight at the movies
she was
the first
girl I ever
loved
or at least
the first
girl I ever
felt
something
resembling
love
or what
I've been to...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jan 2005 22:08:00 GMT |
