Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I see you're eager but fucking me
won't mean L-O-V-E,
silly man.



The way she bites her lip suggests
she might be up for some quixotic
questing in bed.

She curls her fingers at the base
of his neck and scratches flesh
while curling hair between fingers.

Pushing him away,
smiling.

I guess we'll see.






all photos borrowed lovingly.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012


"I sent a substance abuse counselor to the bar, man" is her punchline.
Some laugh, others stare. I recognize, her crazy
is as crazy as my own, walk away.



form decided by
weather
by deistic
indifference
or plan

the Mountain looked weary every morning



6 A.M.
wet streets
cold
small stones
crumbles of asphalt
causing an occasional skip

hops while walking like ellipses
pauses
making meaning

Saturday, May 12, 2012

"an empire of coins"

she said
why
count
pennies
when
this
means
nothing?


she said
your number
is
less
now
you
are
without me.