hope lost
but who knows what the next race will bring.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Best Wishes; Bad News
your best wishes are my bad news
and I'm anchored down on your front porch
postcards are just cracks in the floorboard
an eye through the keyhole of closed doors
innocence, just made progress
kissed stone sheets with velvet lips
slipped our hands up welcome mats
a drop of sweat sunk the thermostat
and how does it feel
when anyone could fall in love with you?
and I'm anchored down on your front porch
postcards are just cracks in the floorboard
an eye through the keyhole of closed doors
innocence, just made progress
kissed stone sheets with velvet lips
slipped our hands up welcome mats
a drop of sweat sunk the thermostat
and how does it feel
when anyone could fall in love with you?
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
My Well Dressed Disease
dressed down
a dangerously contagious
caricature of this evenings spill
the kind that licks the boardwalk
leaves a kiss on the window pane
a tear in my best suit
a tear in the corner of the eye,
i made from the corner of the room.
a dangerously contagious
caricature of this evenings spill
the kind that licks the boardwalk
leaves a kiss on the window pane
a tear in my best suit
a tear in the corner of the eye,
i made from the corner of the room.
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