Alien
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
DAY ONE HUNDRED'n FORTY SEVEN
Edain beheld Alill through an untarnished prism. As he slept, her eyes chased his jaw line to full, moist lips, and then upwards to his mahogany eyes, the corners of which arched slighty downward divulging his exotic lineage. Lustily, she drank him in, his broad shoulders and well defined back, his stout thighs, his chiseled hands. She supped on his strength and became drunk with desire. She craved his embrace, his lips, his weight pushing her down into the the mossy bed.
Monday, June 1, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n FORTY THREE
A busking man walks
street to curb and voice to ear.
Halls are mostly straight.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY EIGHT
Look, it's quite simple.
I jump up and down
everytime
you walk through the door
and in return
you hand over
the chewie.
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY SEVEN
it's a comfy chair
from where I watch the birds sing.
Cages stop the light.
Monday, May 18, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTY FIVE
'Twas a simpler time
of needles on vinyl
of boones farm and tango
of wolfman and hendrix
'Twas an easier place
where wind carried tunes
where dances had names
where loafers held pennies
'Twas a dream we once had
when lovers held hands
when mystery deepened
a time we once knew.
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