Phone pix.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
and dream of sheep
"if they find me racing white horses,
they'll not take me for a boy.
let me weep, let me sleep,
and dream of sheep."
-kate bush
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
shadow puppets
sweet don't be so
weary, sweet sweet
i don't know, my
brain is a
dull, grey spoon
nothing has changed:
the blinds are closed as
i closed them,
the mattress is bare as
bare and i am beneath
the blue blanket:
you were right
this sweater is so soft
it hurts
but i swim
in its sting
pheromone opiate
that is all right i foresee
no danger, boyo.
shadow puppets
are a language
too
and shorn
hair
is just as well and
even better.
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