Surfing after dark, for consenting adult actors
The candles flickered on the windowsill, my cigarette burned in the tuna-fish can, a still small voice said, "This is where you belong. Don't mess this up." (- Garrison Keillor, from Love Me)
282. february 11, 2011 (fri. Edrie took me to Story Time Preservation Hour feat. Elephant Tango)
The morning it stayed dark
they whistled to separate nests.
Appointments for their guilts,
"I practiced while you were gone."
"I ruined what could have been
a honey day." No, no new perfume,
the wrong smell upon pillow
pointed out after evening nap.
I feel I don't trust how I feel
beneath what I'm feeling.
Spending commute accosted
by acousting guitar radio,
deth-defying tax forms spread
in Baby Zombie's lap. The riot act
read by riot grrls' lady date:
that paper bag tube-top dress
-wearing princess learns pop-up
'castlempowerment.'
from night prior, amazing steam crunk Les Mis shot by @dwaq
week41: 1, 2, 3, 4
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
282. february 11, 2011 (fri. Edrie took me to Story Time Preservation Hour feat. Elephant Tango)
The morning it stayed dark
they whistled to separate nests.
Appointments for their guilts,
"I practiced while you were gone."
"I ruined what could have been
a honey day." No, no new perfume,
the wrong smell upon pillow
pointed out after evening nap.
I feel I don't trust how I feel
beneath what I'm feeling.
Spending commute accosted
by acousting guitar radio,
deth-defying tax forms spread
in Baby Zombie's lap. The riot act
read by riot grrls' lady date:
that paper bag tube-top dress
-wearing princess learns pop-up
'castlempowerment.'
from night prior, amazing steam crunk Les Mis shot by @dwaq
week41: 1, 2, 3, 4
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day