We dump more gasoline into our SUVs
64 ounce cups fly through the window...

Doors locked and windows shut
tight. I'm alone here, but never...

"Times are a'changin',"
they used to say as they tilted back their white...

That song comes on the radio.
That love song, crooning and sweet...

I feel the need to surround
myself with words...

Horray for more songs...
I'm burning diamonds tonight...

There is no
pure, unbroken maiden inside me...

Flying free tonight.
There are little black...

She said goodbye to her Sweetie
and left him there amongst the flowers...

Tick
tick...

Stepping out of the van and the morning
grabs hold. It's cool, no, it's...

Writing these days
does not have to be profound...