too sore to sleep

darling,


there are no words
other than blowing you a kiss
out the top bus window


there are no tears this time
because you look
so handsome in that hat

Dear Gramma,

I Want A Story

A Recipe for Romance

i'm looking at the leaves
and
thinking about where
we
were one year before.

a recipe for romance.
tummy,
will you come home
soon
i hope you are prepared
for
this, 2 weeks and 4 days,

i'm smelling the air
and
thinking about
either
starting a fire
or
building something significant.

2 weeks and 3 days
2 weeks and 2 days
2 weeks and 1 day
2 weeks
1 week and 6 days
1 week and 5 days
1 week and 4 days
1 week and 3 days
1 week and 2 days
1 week and 1 day
1 week
6 days
5 days
4 days
3 days
2 days

dots

from Hillerup to Hillerod
A 50 Red Light Blockade
___________________________________________________
Distance evenly Divided

only Time remains untamed
Landmark Logos
hanging in the sky
the new new New country side
_______________________
distance has been digitized

Desire to put in your eye
these old tracks
this old voice - awake every 5
will this woman never die

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Funny joke (or is it?) from my first day of art writing class:

November 19, 2005

I can
smell
the fucking
stench
of alchohol.
And I can only think
of the dented couch,
and the vegetable drawer,
and driving fast
in that little car
that was full of crumbs
from my breakfast,
Looking at trees
and only seeing monsters.