Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Play fetch

hide and _go ignore my innermost desires.
_________fuck yourself

Monday, January 24, 2011

It is

A cat, purring,
pressing down warm and fuzzy
on my navel. It stretches and I feel claws.
New Orleans. I love you. I love your strangeness, I love your clouds. I love it all, down to the dog shit scraping off the bottom of my Chucks.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Coming on suddenly, she had bear claws and puppy-dog eyes.

The mailbox post stood like a frontier tombstone.

Leaving a wet bloody metallic taste after every swig, it led to a vicious cycle- always drinking more to try and erase that flavor.

A heady high, just from trying to keep your balance.

Wobbling like a walrus.

An alliterate illiterate.

One door rusts from beneath.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Catching it in the digital age.

Peace, love, and harmony, but don't borrow my bandwidth. The yoga studio owner didn't own up to her wifi.