Friday, September 26, 2008



September 2008
When everything was something, I got ahead. Simply for a minute, I got ahead. But then I slid down and back into you.
One dialates while the other waits. Watching for you to come out. To explore our city with your hands and feet and teeth. Chewing through these small lives. To fit through, head-first. To make a better room. To push passed this flakey, fickle place...
just to get to you.

Friday, September 05, 2008



September 2008
Hook it up.
Sew the pieces.
Pull us through.
Stuck in this fishbowl.
Sinking deeper into the middle.
Stretched outside the box.
Judgement won't pass until we change.
It's everyday with you.
Taking weight from my chum.
Taken bait because I'm dumb.
Hooks in you.
Chew the pieces.
Pull through.



August 2008
Happy Birthday

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