20.11.09

Pigmalia














and people too







Sardonic faces pop from out the wood
Tunes bask in the soot
as children
carve ancestry on walls

Oh farms

11.7.09

Day Seven




on an evening such as this
your words cut butter
your eyes chuck corn

9.7.09

Day Six (ugh)




in the belly of the sky
my days are devoid,
and i miss my friends
and my sister
amen

15.5.09

Day Five



Where are the good times lurking,
you lacklife scallywag

11.5.09

Day Four



Abodes a bustle.
Funky not junky.

Day Three



I am lengthy charges of depth and grind.

Day Two



Wyeth in my hands