it's all totally different now. what was important, isn't. life and death trail, a sad lily with honeyed memories of yesteryear. i have loved and been loved, and it is enough.
My Interests
trying to use my smartrip to metro down to guatemala.
I'd like to meet:
my buddha.
Music:
the bongo. pussycat, not instrument.
Movies:
art school confidential, wordplay.
Television:
i cancelled cable.
Books:
fragile things by neil gaiman.
Heroes:
parents.
My Blog
philadelphia poem.
i think of you, sad as a lily,
pounding the cement with exasperation,
winter revolving in your white hair,
the blue grey of the sky, and the smoke
curling in the narrowed alleys.
i see you in t... Posted by smashleah on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 05:54:00 PST
