Friday, July 16th 2004
my heart's going to explode
like some crazy bitch
from long island
another rainy day
nothing to do
thinking old thoughts
Suicidal insects,
in my eyes,
blinding me.
Thursday, July 15th 2004
longing for an answer
hoping, not to be understood,
but to be heard
Wednesday, July 14th 2004
Between railroad and highway,
an old house
covered with vines.
he whispered coziness is to
have a shoulder to lie on;
and dug his teeth in my throat
An old friend calling:
a familiar voice on the phone,
memories of a familiar face.
bald headed, fat, old guy
wearing a blue womans dress
second day in a row
Pieces of old hardware
all incompatible
in subtle ways.
Tuesday, July 13th 2004
the walls are bleeding soap
but why do i wonder
the owner is a fish