Saturday, April 28

citrus

tangerine fingers
smells like clementines
smells like christmas

Sunday Night

(constraints: no "o", no "r")

setting wake
all night thinking
it is the last day left
seeing the sun set
eating the last bits
left behind, anxiety
due, due, due, I had quite a Sunday Night
Sunday Night, all nights

4.10.07

sketchbook snippets

looming lonely cat stretches


COMPUTERS:
ONE MISTAKE
COULD BE
YOUR LIFE!!!


coin-operated shakespeare


DEHYDRATED
woke up dreaming
about drinking water
with a dry mouth
and an empty
dizzy head
it is not trustworthy
and keeps turning off.
and makes me scared


grey hairs
& breast lumps:
the passing of time


I'd like to write for 30 minutes a day
on a fixed income on the Paris streets


Brush Up Your Shakespeare Baby


ALLERGENS: I used to think (when I was little) that "I'm allergic to..." meant "I don't like..."


ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ss ss ch ch ss ss
GO TRAINGOGOTTAGETBACKGET WORK DONE


-NUMBERS
magic numbers
-CRUTCHES
awful crutches
-SWEATERS
static sweaters

4.22.07

The sky map sleeps soundly
under my bed
the stars sing softly
to love so far away
waiting to eat peppers with you
and sing to one of our own, asleep
no more maps with two points
on either end
no constant destination
but where we are
and maybe a little sky exploration
for our tiny traveler, little cub.

i know where your telephone is

it's in your house. the guy that found it in ctp called me and i told him where you live and he put it in your house.