I’m tired of being on edge all the time a mundane machine, overclocked and ready to explode in the most boring way possible…
todayI went to get a diet cokeat my deli on the cornerand I saw a little girlsmiling at a dog,tugging on her mom’s handto look at all the beautyand I ran home to write this.
Awed by this dance of continuous change,a symphony out of transformation’s range,where one thing turns to another, anew,so the sum always…
You thread the city through your disguise. As if it is part of you.
in July; longing for tendernesscoveted pains of minds spun plainlychild’s bemusement tailing blunder, a baby’s cryI want to believe in plum…
lazarus born againhalf in the last, half in the newalready benttoward the nextswallow the bog starwelcome the waxy petalslulling the…