wintery bluster
& i cannot muster
a single thing
-me

oh the bohemian
la la la
floating on desperate air
we go nowhere
but just
drive, drive, drive
nothing
no one for us
but ourselves
the selfish love child
of the modern age


snowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnowsnow

it has been so windy all day...i think it is a sign...i think i am winning...

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Shit…This is the deepest end I’ve ever found. Yet it is what I have and I do have it…it is technically mine Isn’t? This mad parade of images may be meaningless but I must take comfort in the fact that I own it. Iamwhatiowniamwhatiowniamwhatiown. Or least that sounds right…oh well…every time I get too confused my apathy sets in and then I feel fine…or at least apathetic which isn’t really feeling just breathing with other deatails…and I can live with that.

Mindfuck.

But when we catch
All the world falls
Around us
Wilting
Without
Connection
Moments
Of complete infatuation
Not spoken
But inhaled

"I can't do anything
except think love thoughts
to her and flashlights in my
head and wonder if she can
hear me loving her."
-from "Poem for Beverly" by d.a. levy

(The end of autumn)

Dark dark
This day’s sky
Leaves
Cold
Shift into now
And I am done
In oranges
And reds
That beg
We drift back
And forward
To touch
Slightly
Inside
A million
Imagined
Erotic moments
Expressed by silent fingertips
And the sway
Of our eyes