Just aching for a kickstart
Bury me safely in your soil
(flour dusted, smelling like honey, oven coil burns and all)
But we don’t hate Tom Waits.
You probably hate me. / It’s lost its initial sting, I’m sure, and has slowed to a dull ache, deep at the bottom of your cerebr…
Days like this were made for staying indoors. When Astro and I go out on these days, we come back tracking summer- colored dirty smudges, m…
Immediacy v. Comedic Timing: A Study
Part One / In observation and in realism, the collected facts add up to this sum; Desire is equal to Impatience. Or, perhaps better put, th…
you are my own sinking ship.
I’m dredging you back up.
Don’t call me Slugger. It’s sissy.
Precious stone, all alone.
draped in ribbons of lemon sunlight