October 2011
15 posts
because understanding is always a maybe.
there is no calm way to say goodbye, broken record, pickled pity; probably is a promise of waiting and wishful thinking, the whisk and the egg yolk. tie-died drains, I see we have thought of cloud nine and opened a can of worms all a like, all a like is the buzzing of the downstairs door, muddy baseball kleets and a pot boiling a boy bruised a mothers make-up, and the neighbors song. <3
freewrite the fire
the sizzle of stove tops
trains and horns honked
time and g-shock
lines of glee mock
minds that flee
stalk girls with weed socks
moccasins & scene hop
lanyard and key locks
house home and cribass
bass trebble & ribs lost
barbequee sauceeeeeeeee.
and hot hip, wing dip
game chips, hair flip
napkin to lip,
glossed up can getit
locked up shes witit
seen loss shes hid it
packed...
Bonnie babes you say you got brains, but why is...
“It don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine”
– Common (The Light)
