cabbits are like carnivorous cabbage
a convincing myth
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
i bet you never saw the day
that someone would call bullshit on your veil of innocence
and the green-ness of your eyes
its not the reflection of light but a thirst unquenched
unquenchable,
you can't go around fooling everyone all the time like no one might catch on
you can't live on the pedestal without a way to get down
you can covet all you want with gloves on but you'll still leave a stain on mirrored glass
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
hip thoughts
i think i'm like
trying to live up to burroughs or bukowski or something
but i'm probably better off just beating it
trying to live up to burroughs or bukowski or something
but i'm probably better off just beating it
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
i like to think of poetry as an inside joke
mentally taking photographs
momentary mental images
photographing fleeting memories
i think is what i was trying to say
momentary mental images
photographing fleeting memories
i think is what i was trying to say
Monday, September 1, 2008
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