Poetic License |
We'll start a female vocalist bandWhat we'll call it I can't decide.A snare and a chair by the microphone stand(A kickdrum with a bedspread inside)Our songs will describe the roads in LAVictory, failu...
Posted by Andree on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 07:48:00 PST |
Oh Well. |
I can't believe I went this long without a bicycle. My bicycle and the the things we'll do. There were these Canada Geese I met on the dock. One goose in particular chose to run away from me ins...
Posted by Andree on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 08:07:00 PST |
Of Alberta Street |
JEAN-PAUL comes out minus head-to-toe black uniform and server's apron. He's got a takeout box filled with Thai kitchen extras which he's eating with disposable wooden chopsticks. When he ...
Posted by Andree on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:07:00 PST |
Long Hairs, and Other Things No-One Talks About |
There are several topics of discussion, which no-one ever wants to discuss, which I will discuss here. This will not be a simple listing of socially indecent conversation, like "No-one talks ab...
Posted by Andree on Wed, 23 May 2007 02:17:00 PST |
Orion |
At Nico's side I can feel the expansion of his chest as he pulls the spring night into his lungs. His slow inspiration displaces my body, and when he releases the warm breath his sigh is the onl...
Posted by Andree on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Woe |
What follows will be juvenile. And somewhat vapid; Certainly not storylike, And most likely not worth your time. It's just that.There is a love that's bounding aroundInside my gut Like I'm pregn...
Posted by Andree on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:51:00 PST |
Naked. |
Carl and I want to go for a skate. We'll go later, when it's cooler. For the meantime he's gone to the poolside for a tan. I've already been to the pool, earlier that afternoon when ...
Posted by Andree on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 06:52:00 PST |
And Now the Roses Choose to Come Out? |
I hate it. I hate it in that coldly irrational, blindly reactive way like ferocity, an eruptive emesis of contempt like that toward old love of new love or new love of old love, just burning up ...
Posted by Andree on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:01:00 PST |
If I were Queer |
I like men. But, like a sweet pair of Levis on a bartender's ass, I would hang onto these ten tight . . . if I were queer.BjorkWhat a strange person. And so cute. Any person who soun...
Posted by Andree on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 12:47:00 PST |
Monday Morning, Twenty-One Years Old, Portland, Still Summer. |
When I don't even have to get out of bed to check myspace to write this.When bed is this couch next to this coffee table, where I extend a hand and a grunt to retrieve the laptop that sits on it....
Posted by Andree on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 08:14:00 PST |
