in the sunshine in the wind.

little yellow leaf you are not like the others, grown green with envy.

the only kisses i exchange are of an eskimo persuasion with my feline confidants.

whore-oscope.

Leo, although you like to indulge in thinking about being bad, you usually do the right thing in the end. Proud Leo can get all caught up, but is always a loyal friend. You don't want to make any major changes, but you might want to refine and tweak yourself.



(it gets harder every day for me to find a single good quality in my possession, but for many years i convinced myself i was a decent human being.)

milestones.

get up and go with a quickness
if your head is not the thickest
slow and witless
excuse for a helmet.

bear witness.
blood on my hands heart pitted
i spit softly in the dry dirt
rivers tickle and just a trickle
remains
down the side of the bed i've made and lie in.

deluxe princess.

driving down the road i saw an aging, unleashed dog taking a dump next to the sidewalk and was reminded of those first moments in which i realized i loved you.

they don't make nostalgia like that anymore.

poor craftsmanship.

to rebuild is an act hindered by a yard littered with corpses.