I want Bloody Mary brunchesand poetry in bedand a legitimate shot atlegitimacy I want to know painbut not too muchand to skirt deathbut not too soon I want to cry notbecause the world is not fairbut that there is fairnessin every ant and plantand even those half-living creaturesthat cause us harm invisibly I want to […]
07.30.2006
Would I were a king or a crazy beatnik writing poetry or prose that never rhymes and that would be okayfor the world wonts to spin but never in iambic pentameter […]
07.17.2006
Forget 33 17 is prime knew it all […]
11.04.2005
Oh to attain the talent to write with neighbor’s bass pulsing in walls veins head and words that wade under bubbles of bath wishing to rhyme […]
11.04.2005
would we were watching the Sun set on Tahoe champagne bubbles tap-tapping […]
