A.C.V. mornings-
More precisely lack thereof
Run the ship aground.
Day: April 8, 2010
something like an ode
poetryjust want to feel you in my hand
brush you through my fingers
hold your breath
and feel you in my hand
your every grain
An open letter to everyone who has heard both stories, knows all the evidence, and still stands with the (gentle?)(man?) on the wrong side of the whole fiasco.
poetryWords measured carefully on digital scales
Delusional, too heavy
idiotic, too obscene
incomprehensibly repugnant, too much
Asinine. Absurd.
They weigh alright. Trim and
clean, relatively.
Oh, and they fit just right
when I look at you
the sieve and the sand 