Tuesday, November 10, 2009

When I asked the girl from Alaska if she'd heard of Lebanon bologna she hadn't

"Milton I need to speak to you in confidence"

You could tell she put the sticker on her check pretending it had come there by accident

Please sit

I'm a widow now

"I just wanted more than I thought I would want"

"I can think of someplace if you're serious"

He has a weird relationship with women

A young blond man if you were going to sell him

What I heard about different spellings for the word blond

"It's my husband"

Let's divorce

I want to tell the world but it's too beautiful

Where else can I allow myself to repercuss

It's you


A FLOWER

in my morning together with my perception of you and (ring tone up like a seive) (up a sleeve) my perception of me

I am the raw starfish morning,


GARGLING

predator prying myself open bivalvic

a fresh breah (but with my occasion irregularity) in the mist

assault

peregrination


HICCUPS

in the rocking chair


I came down to the water then I sang my chockcherry lips part weapon

I put out the other dollar signs and the sound of the beach was crying

allow another standard of living

allow which other connection

I glanced up to Lake Washington

the glance was the thing

it felt like Greece at a similar elevation

is sea level the same everywhere and how long does it take me to make decisions

I'm going to leave you soon

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