if left up to me... |
The ball rolled in the undergrowth, from the strength and direction of which I kicked it, and I'm clawing, scratching my arms till the skin scruffsin folds and bleeds in little sappy trickles, but its...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 19:39:00 GMT |
too shy for the tequila crowd (and others) |
too shy for the tequila crowdon days when i move faster than the minuteswhen thoughts are rarely interjected into conversationswhen a real human emotion is the last thing i could possibly feelthere co...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
i may stop to pee behind a frosty bush |
so I'm in my room, candle flickering on the shelf under the electric wind of that new superfan i got to replace the white noise lost from finally removing my air conditioner, and even though its warme...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 05:04:00 GMT |
if you understand, you are the first one |
Drunken parking left tire tracks on the lawn and all these high-arching railroad whispers could be choruses to songs I half-make-up, half-co-opt from other songs in the shower, humming for a while, th...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 06:38:00 GMT |
what the melting snow reveals... |
the melting snow, all dribbly, like the tears of a dirtnap,reveals all the leaves we never raked,cigarettes Josh and I smoked months ago,and a broccoli stalk someone threw out in the yard.
in the fogg...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 18:18:00 GMT |
stranded in st. paul |
A few minutes ago, smoking on the back porch, my chickeny legs all wrapped snugly in my favorite brown sweatpants with saggy pockets, the snow was coming down all dusty, like someone was standing on t...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 07:16:00 GMT |
a vision of my unmaking, my unmasking |
i was near the corner of the room,amassed in the shadow of a lampost outside the window.a fly ran circles around me the shape of a lead pencil shaving,but the only sound was my breathing.
a hand on my...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
when i live alone... |
Computers, pens and paper, solitude...help me organize my thoughts. Usually I'm so confused with how I actually feel because I feel so many different ways as thoughts enter and exit my head. I know th...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 06:34:00 GMT |
90 dollar lasagna |
For just about as long as I can remember, lasagna has been one of my favorite foods. As a kid, it was fucking delicious, my mom kicked ass at making it, and considering I wasn't coordinated enough to ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 03:19:00 GMT |
typical or atypical behavior |
At the last barstool at the end of a long, winding, cherrywood bar, I'm extremely examinate, trying to make sense of an entire caveat of emotions, the choice to wear a yellow shirt, my inability to gr...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 08:36:00 GMT |
