out of the casts |
Sitting naked in a blanket on a 5th floor balcony is a member of your family. Take me in with my proxy. Iron oxide on the well developed strides of disappointment. While people are bus...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 00:10:00 GMT |
Yo Ho Ho and a cola can of cocaine |
My Julia does find a lot of dead animals. Here's to the man who overdosed in the alley behind my central Phoenix home. May you be in a better place.
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:51:00 GMT |
On my |
Like an egyptian when I'm walking the way of the Bengals star spangled tigers mangling man hoes, out in the mangroves. For nobody but my love. The way I'm wired is...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:46:00 GMT |
bittersweet activities |
De- sensulaize your relationship w/ an arbitray intamite objective. I've noticed the future of story can be hard to carry on... about face. Creative control gets contorted motives moving t...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 09:39:00 GMT |
My aquarium |
The miracle or the monster. The executed reaches of an intelligent octopus. We observe shows of guargantuan grandure, standing on podiums in front of us. How else would we gather around?&n...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 09:04:00 GMT |
iii |
Just as sure as smugglers scream these aren't our boats, or baggies! Onward we continue in the stringent struggle. Searching the savanna, sign language in hand. Signalling to a ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 08:41:00 GMT |
static stretches |
Big band brass player taking a swig of the last layer. Indulgent.
Swimming in the solvent... in between licks because she's home sick. pairs of pain dulling moments... two fists full of fi...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 21:30:00 GMT |
everywhere |
Early. Secondary emotions eruptted at everyone but... Who did the accounting for what fables meant? Questions of the not so timid variety. Slowing down in the dips is reco...
Posted by on Sat, 20 May 2006 22:57:00 GMT |
13 laps |
Vibrant green Hickory leaves. Branches eched a scrawl in the fuzzed lake water horizon. That home smell. Gradiant changes. The few street lights dangle from wires, directi...
Posted by on Fri, 19 May 2006 23:25:00 GMT |
some one to keep to an I on |
Malcontent male brovado. Melted under the Moon. Softened to avacodo... Smushed Parkers in the bowl. Not tempted any longer by the stench of a mink stole, city survival for your s...
Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 23:15:00 GMT |
