even if i were on cialis,
which i’m not,
how would i make use
of my newly re-found talent
when we’re each sequestered
in our own porcelain prison,
sitting outside,
side by side,
but so far apart.
Day: September 10, 2009
reflections on frustrating classes that won’t talk
poetryi can’t get through to you
and i don’t know if i will;
and for the moment at least,
all i know to do is watch
football late into the night,
and to drink sunkist,
mixed with bad vodka,
because it’s the only option.
Haiku
poetryScent of pigskin wafts
Through brisk and refreshing air.
Football has arrived!
skipping seasons
poetrythe air has turned cold
but we’re missing
that autumn scent
leaves, somewhere,
burning in barrels
and i’m suddenly afraid
my ears will never soak in
that scent again.
Taken in to consideration.
poetryFuck following
the guidelines
on these, as well as
other things.
Grab a wrench and ditch
the training wheels.
The things you remember
are not the smooth
coats of paint, but the
textured mess on the
kitchen wall.
Let’s do something nebulous.
the sieve and the sand 