Sep 25, 2013
Sep 19, 2013
in the darkness
hey - eyes
I'd
been
salting
and bagging
fries
(french)
and feeling
the ming of me
die
while
in the doorway
you stand
wearing
a jacket type thing
smoking minutes
like
silence
as
the back-drop
unfurls
like
a cool feathery
whim
I'd
been
salting
and bagging
fries
(french)
and feeling
the ming of me
die
while
in the doorway
you stand
wearing
a jacket type thing
smoking minutes
like
silence
as
the back-drop
unfurls
like
a cool feathery
whim
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 1, 2013
Aug 23, 2013
this twibble of tweet, timber of sweet!
the sun is
rising
my terror
a
dark
wall
of
blank pages
imagined sex
and yes
alas
platoons of
resignation
no more games of fire-trolley
at the Inn. just me
alone in my apartment
wearing too much make-up
and
eating
sour gummi worms and dry toast.
Oh! Co ez stare!
a board by bare, I burn
this ending
this rhino party
this twibble of tweet,
timber of sweet!
whimper of bleep
beggar fan and
thief
*
a trinket of stars
taped to us
trailing
into sleep
;;
play a song, do something
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