dog walking

the answer is yes

calling my own bluff

sugar for breakfast, I'm a little bit mental
I think I'm just going to leave it broken this time

tomorrow I'll go back and we'll see what I find. maybe kindness, a good job, and nice eyes are enough to trump poetry and brains. I'm gonna bet that baggage is the deal breaker...not that I'm one to talk...

melting into frozen

or ice cream in bed

at a loss for words
a loss of breath...
the wisdom of age, finally
finding him was never actually the hard part

i will lie awake again
ceilings obscured by my defeat
none of it ever means anything
that's sort of the trick,
isn't it, boys?

particle theory

just when I think you’re gone, you’re not
do you notice when I disappear?
absurd existence
we never know
and so we go
on
with faith in belief
and magic in cycles
by the light of the (once again) full moon
I listen for you
but waiting is for fools
who think they know what tomorrow might bring
I’d like it if I were here
when you decide to return

nachos

i have (almost) finished writing the beginning
and so
now i can choose which ending to use

side note: i think i am developing a taste for jalapenos

i am not a stripper

earlier this evening i was a little bit infatuated with myself.
(it has now passed)

yes, that means the writing goes, slowly but well.

when i start making up words, though, it's time to go to sleep.

karma

when i was nine, i thought braiding ribbons into your hair was the coolest thing ever.

it would be many years before i would come to understand that boy george was/is a transvestite.

this story brought to you by...nothing beats having the soundtrack of your life pumped over the loudspeakers of the near deserted grocery store just before closing time.

i suppose most of us long for the times when it was all so simple. for once, i won't insist on my difference.