prevaricate rider
cold tea for charlie.
warm socks for joe,
snake screens and smoke charmers fill my mornings these days. shivering half dressed typing out requests for empty days, welcome, do youhaveareservation, with a shiny smile and a glass jar neath the counter to contain what would be venom, or maybe just last nights flat fermentation. exxon called. they want me.
istanbul, not constantinople.
building blocks to somewhere finding my word of the day beneath a shady hat trick and i am deciding what to take and what will be carried on down second hand style, and there is the issue of dancing in my dreams. nuetured at eight ae em to the BUZZ of the land lord finally delivering my mail. stripe one stripe two let me count the rows
mid way at ate teen complete at dirty dix, and its a multiple again. six.es. his.
munchen munchen the days away, a slight change from f in d. to m in d. and i never quite looked at it that way before, so i should send another note, taking the spotlight off for a nother year. its been a good one. its been one, its been something wrapped up in butcher paper and saved for later. perhaps if i finish it up this time i will learn how to charm the veil that seperates me from the world at times, let it drip off the day sky and pool in the night sky these eyes are shining for something in particular but no one would see for the safety goggles.
asked about a safety dance and i said on je zena, and the news is just in, two out of three agree, my life is that pipebomb, but at least i will look hot in that dress.
the one with the tight waist and the full skirt. the one that we picked so i could stand next to her with vaseline on my teeth and a tissue tucked in my breast to dab away tears as they said the things that vegas nights are made of.
i need to find an umbrella, its snowing awful fierce and i am mostly cold and wet in my patent leather shoes, i have boots with no tread, i slipped on the tram tracks one times one day ago and thought i wouldn't have a problem remembering how to walk on water.
pronto. prask. pronto.
there is a zombie in my backpocket and i like it there,
envelopes labeled but not sent.
addresses found, i <3 chicago.
home james home
tomorrow is another day and this one is just beginning to dawn.
warm socks for joe,
snake screens and smoke charmers fill my mornings these days. shivering half dressed typing out requests for empty days, welcome, do youhaveareservation, with a shiny smile and a glass jar neath the counter to contain what would be venom, or maybe just last nights flat fermentation. exxon called. they want me.
istanbul, not constantinople.
building blocks to somewhere finding my word of the day beneath a shady hat trick and i am deciding what to take and what will be carried on down second hand style, and there is the issue of dancing in my dreams. nuetured at eight ae em to the BUZZ of the land lord finally delivering my mail. stripe one stripe two let me count the rows
mid way at ate teen complete at dirty dix, and its a multiple again. six.es. his.
munchen munchen the days away, a slight change from f in d. to m in d. and i never quite looked at it that way before, so i should send another note, taking the spotlight off for a nother year. its been a good one. its been one, its been something wrapped up in butcher paper and saved for later. perhaps if i finish it up this time i will learn how to charm the veil that seperates me from the world at times, let it drip off the day sky and pool in the night sky these eyes are shining for something in particular but no one would see for the safety goggles.
asked about a safety dance and i said on je zena, and the news is just in, two out of three agree, my life is that pipebomb, but at least i will look hot in that dress.
the one with the tight waist and the full skirt. the one that we picked so i could stand next to her with vaseline on my teeth and a tissue tucked in my breast to dab away tears as they said the things that vegas nights are made of.
i need to find an umbrella, its snowing awful fierce and i am mostly cold and wet in my patent leather shoes, i have boots with no tread, i slipped on the tram tracks one times one day ago and thought i wouldn't have a problem remembering how to walk on water.
pronto. prask. pronto.
there is a zombie in my backpocket and i like it there,
envelopes labeled but not sent.
addresses found, i <3 chicago.
home james home
tomorrow is another day and this one is just beginning to dawn.