There isn't much to say at all really. The majority of these poems are improved kind of things, i sit down at my lj and type away when i cant sleep, and out pop these things. All of them are just me trying to figure out what the hells going on, maybe even defending my self. But, i love coffee, cloves, my band, dogs outside of interzone, and teas. Comment sometime, ill attempt to do the same of yours. Take care. |
We sat behind a window that peered into the world,
where every mind passed by...
Little green artichoke
you have met your final day...
I empty another box...
clothes from a different fad...
Under the dim falsified glow
of a lean and towering Eugene street lamp...
Above a cheaply plateaued landscape
of dime-a-dozen evergreens...
Every little detail of you is left haunting me
like amber dipped embedded coals left embraced...
Some cold f**king response
coming from you, of all people...
I empty another box...
clothes from a different fad...