Baby it’s just too tight. Those jeans you’re trying to squeeze your ass into. That shirt you can barely button Honey, you can’t even breathe. Why do you continually insist on wearing…
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Sunshine
Small furry tractors make their rows in the blue blanketThen come to a rest in a warm spot Engines still running Below the surface there’s life. Wanting to reach out toward the…
Rage
Bare bulb in the basement Swinging string The slow controlled exhale of breath My clenched fist paces the floor Eyes narrowed Waiting Flashes of images pass by my personal tv screen Rage…
Tie+clip
I love this tie
The light
Thoughts on the way home.
Warmed by the seat of my car. The date julip drink in my tummy. Grounded by the sound of my wiped blades I started the pod cast again. An Alan Ginsberg phrase…