Saturday, March 23, 2013


the street lights walk past me. the pavement glows with a hint of red. you echoed my name softly, delicately, honestly, faithfully, insistently, obsessively,  hollowly, elongating the promise. this shallow thought hums suggestively. but it wasn't my name, but the sun descending, burning me, in the name of caution.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

moving on

let's move beyond self-pittance and acknowledge the punctured ego
in the middle of seaweed, deep and shiny
i can hardly move

Friday, March 1, 2013

can't seem to sleep

memory distracts the pen and now the paper is cluttered with jagged edges