what comes long after he spoke. |
I have made a sandwich. "With what?" you asked. You opened the refrigerator and said it was empty. You sat down on the couch while I went into the kitchen. It took me four whole minutes to come out ho...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 15:22:00 GMT |
What comes after whales. |
"Do you think you could ever love me?" She asked, she was dressed now, covered with the curtain that was his. He didn't answer and she came near him. The curtain nearly revealing her breasts, she lift...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 15:20:00 GMT |
if you were a killer whale, i wouldn't mind you killing me. |
We sit and eat okra. Your mother, who cooked the okra, is serving dishes to us in the back yard. Your mother, who is also my god mother fiddles with the matches trying to light just one. The okra we e...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:26:00 GMT |
we are young+We Are Free. |
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Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 03:42:00 GMT |
m&ms +pizza + beautiful boys playing pool |
I have been sleeping under blankets that do not belong to me or you.They have polka dots. They are heavy. There is also a sheet. It's blue and smaller than yours.The couch I sleep on is black leather....
Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:20:00 GMT |
OH WHAT A TIME |
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Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 17:55:00 GMT |
look around you |
Roothy cuts my hair and piles the strands on top of a newspaper. She keeps the hairs so tightly together, not one stand blows into the wind. Not one strand falls on the grass or the concrete. Later I ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:43:00 GMT |
you know, the one |
You have a swanmade of silverand eyes and lips and peeling skin in the middle of your palm.youre teeth are whitenad your alive.you have a gownand a pearl necklaceat first i thought it was fake but the...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:30:00 GMT |
america |
our pockets are full of nothing but,america.and my body is full of innocenceespically when the girl who holds my cigarettes is nearmy body is full of filth when im alonemy nailsmy toesmy skin...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:28:00 GMT |
dresses |
I have a dressMade of silkAnd my body's sweat is soaking it.Your hands are too rough for my own goodAnd your eyes Are too brown in contrast. We swarm through the city,A white silk dress walking around...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Apr 2005 14:27:00 GMT |
