not so daily haiku's (and rants)

I'm here

2010-04-20T16:01:00.005-04:00

That night I wrote you
In the back stoop at the bar
The string lights dancing.
---

I typed on my phone
I wrote 'my reality,
My worst enemy.'
---

You did not seem shocked.
You care for me every day
You hold my body.
---

I miss my dear friends
The ones I see seldom of
Yet are close at heart.
---

The cherry blossoms
Have been sighted, their petals
Delicate as silk
---

My friend is pregnant.
Imagining this baby
Completely adored.
---

Lore can't hear me-
Veronica has become
Our new translator.
---

He is a strange man
He nods a lot and blinks as
If to speak silence.
---

The small girl came up
And in her delicate way
Flowers in my palm.
---

It's strange to watch friends
Falling into a rhythm
Starting their families.
---

I'm viewing this life
understanding Dickinson
Sitting by windows.
---

Elevem haiku's
For the past twelve day, isn't
Too shabby I'd say!

(making this umber 12)

2010-04-07T16:17:00.002-04:00

she can not hear me,
she bruises easily, she
whispers prophecy.

2010-04-07T16:10:00.002-04:00

Tuesday's have no worth.
You neither like nor dislike
They mearly exist.

fri.-mon.

2010-04-06T16:10:00.001-04:00

Yesterday I slept
I have excuses for this
And need not explain

I suppose that this
Dealing with pain and sickness
Is a guideline too.

The room got painted
It would have been nice to see
It three month ago.

Earths plates are shifting
It's been shaking steadily
The ground erupts down.

2010-04-01T17:50:00.001-04:00

I ache everywhere.
My muscles are screeching like
Starving black vultures.

2010-03-31T14:32:00.002-04:00

HUMPDAY

occupational
hazardous metal shards fly
bringing your eye home

2010-03-31T14:30:00.000-04:00

TWO TUESDAYS

The bedroom is dark
Nine A.M rain lagging like
A haunting mistress.

I like watching you
Whipping up an Italian
Dish, made for TV.

2010-03-29T17:42:00.001-04:00

FOUR MONDAY

It rains here march spring
It's in between temperatures
The tree buds sprout green.
=
It feels quite strange here
Realizing these walls have
Made my home unclear.
-
I hate itchy ears
There is nothing to be done
For shifty bodies
-
A blob like circle
Spread neatly on its side like
A bed of flowers.

2009-10-22T16:14:00.002-04:00

I

More than anything
I wish for music, to sooth
This aching within-

II

She sat there frozen
Bewildered that i should know
Mouths being sewn closed.

III

I feel if I come
And watch your moving truck load
I surely shall frown.

IV

This week has been long
The sense of being pulled down
Under a rip tide.

2009-10-16T17:56:00.001-04:00

I am making up
For all the lost time and words
All of it spilled now.

2009-10-16T17:52:00.002-04:00

Almost gone you are
Your trucks rolling down routes
You'll make children soon.

2009-10-16T17:49:00.000-04:00

There are floods outside
Google forgot my password
How seldom I'm here

2009-10-05T16:38:00.001-04:00

Been sucking cough drops
Ignoring emails and phone
Must get prescription.

2009-10-05T16:37:00.000-04:00

To making wishes
To beautiful songs
To remembering tearful beauty.

2009-08-31T18:01:00.001-04:00

it's hard to be back
the days rolling into none
words transpiring.

2009-08-28T17:53:00.000-04:00

In western Massachusetts
I would find my lake.
Water lilies sprouting like millions of old friends in greeting.
Purple Wildflowers swimming across the water and
Blue fish nibbling toes

In Vermont the vast sky would appear over green hills carved by gods hands

Valleys howling like the coyote calls into the wind.
I would find clouds in the shape of gods and goddesses making love,
A wise woman and my sense of smell.

I would find the teasing sun creeping into the morning’s window like a curious child

Maine of course would bring me the ocean with its salt air.
Pink granite rock on coasts
Tide pools with red starfish
The sea moving boats gently into the harbor.
Here I'd find my chowder and lobster huts.
My roaring fire pits
And roasted marshmallows
Not to mention ferocious mosquito’s.

New Hampshire would neatly fold every place before it and wrap it into silk cloth,
It would include its star lit skies,
Its bay, it's canvas sails,
Its barns and rolled hay
Mount Washington watching over
Nickering horses and fishing villages
It would tie a red bow around the silk like
A package to be sent into the drawers of memories.

2009-08-05T18:01:00.002-04:00

the cat.
pacing.
from living room to bedroom
slowly stopping
at the front door
tilting her head to check the time
realizing the sun has passed.

it is that moment in the day.
the wooden doorway scratch
the feline yawn of exasperation
licking lips
staring at the door patiently awaiting
supper.

2009-08-04T17:20:00.001-04:00

I can't wait for this trip.
Maybe I'll find myself lost near a coastline and take a picture.
I want to meet the lady who plays her violin for the seals.

2009-08-04T17:17:00.000-04:00

i feel like writing.
Like having it be weapons.
Intriguing and mute.

2009-08-04T17:08:00.002-04:00

Maybe...
It's because I just don't feel like fucking writing.
Or having everyone read me
feeling like they somehow connect with me but
I hear nothing from you.
(not knowing me at all)

Maybe I don't want to give out treats while my hearts been broken.

I feel sorry for that girl that posts photographs of herself half naked, looking like a junkie by the way.

2009-07-01T16:19:00.002-04:00

Natalya speaks broken English
She types leaving out verbs.
She's in charge of my case but hardly communicates with me
Opting discussing my business with Hugh

Poor Hugh,
Forging, welding, building, surviving, being a secretary. Trying to understand broken English. Doing everything, and always holding me. Never forgetting to love me. Rearranging his life, simply to make mine easier

Seeing such selfless beauty makes my heart hurt a little.

2009-06-10T17:46:00.001-04:00

The rain just can not be good for this-
having my grandmother running off scared.
Wondering if I'll ever stop the tears from falling
drowning deep.

for Dori

2009-06-10T17:45:00.001-04:00

An off duty New York cop was
Killed by friendly fire here -
He was innocent, running after a thief
One brother shot by another brother.

I can't grasp the meaning of friendly fire.
There's just nothing friendly about
a bullet intentionally released through the air
Readying to kill.
Imagining animal stampedes.

His family and friends
Placing candles and flowers outside his home in Brooklyn.
A makeshift memorial blooming with tears.
A heartbreaking song filling dense air.

The flower petals drying out and falling from stems
Scattered along the concrete,
Still pungent in color
Tunneling in circles from the wind and
Eventually being chased down streets
The gusts making sounds like sirens
Only to find a lonely tree branch to settle into to rest.

2009-05-22T14:32:00.001-04:00

Sometimes
While procrastinating
I've been known to watch
No Reservations at
One o'clock.

I know full well Tony is
A cocky egotistical asshole who smokes too much and will
Most likely die of liver failure but
This man eats a certain way that makes my mouth water.
Watching people eat usually disgusts me.

2009-05-22T14:29:00.002-04:00

On days like today
Where my body won't do things right
And my mind wanders off down the wrong way
Storm waves crashing on concrete jetties
And receading back to the mouths of nature, swallowing whole,

I find myself crying.

The world spins webs of anger
My ears ring,
My eyes see truth and fog
I keep checking emails hoping
Someone will write and hold me in their arms and give me answered to questions
I haven't asked

My cat watches from across
The room
While I spill my tears to her

She has no opinion,
she let's my cry
Eventually sitting by me while
I sing her silly lullabies.

2009-05-22T14:26:00.001-04:00

Jason Bay
There is something about
Your forearm muscles
That
Make me hot.

I notice them when your at bat
Your elbows too.

Jason Bay
There's something about you

I call you the Silent Warrior.

2009-05-18T14:00:00.001-04:00

Morning rituals/
Coffee, yogurt shake, water/
With a straw in each mug.

2009-05-07T17:09:00.002-04:00

Holy rain pouring
From the large mouths of sky gods
Coating secret ground

2009-05-06T14:24:00.000-04:00

A haiku

Exercising, LOST
to bed quite early for sex
Without skipping meals.

2009-05-06T14:17:00.005-04:00

I've thought a lot about you,
I hate admitting that since I pretty much loathe you.
Wishing I had the strength to wipe my hands clean of you and
Not giving a shit

just like you.

2009-05-06T14:13:00.002-04:00

I have slept a lot.
And though I've been sick in the regular
sort of way-
Over the counter flu remedies
sprawled
throught the
apartment,
half used tissues heaped on the coffee table like roadside debris,
I think I've stayed under the covers to avoid having to feel...
Empty.
Asking god for a few more hours of solitude.

2009-04-14T17:30:00.003-04:00

We picked her up Sunday.
Hugh playing chauffer, minus the cap.
Holding doors,
carrying store bought cake,
rolling windows up,
taking a left, then a right-
Answering uneventful questions like boring weather talk.

Gazing out windows at ponds and green buds
Shifting only to avoid feeling that I needed to listen.

2009-03-30T16:07:00.004-04:00

On Saturday
We drove along thin country main roads
Towards the Poconos
Skully pushing on like a good old car would
(we've determined she's a
4th gear kinda gal)

When we got there
The four of us and
the old walrus looking dog
(his white whiskers resembling ivory tusks)
went to the man made beach with it's well built jetty.
The non blood brothers walking together- as boys would,
Talking incoherently about life,
A mere strip of rock and green wood.

The sisters would sit watching the squawking geese glide around the man
made lake.
Wondering all the while how the big fish got there-
Thinking of stealing one of the neighbors rowboats to get to the
middle of this large pond.

Hugh would later indicate
The fish got there most likely through a small
Stream that stretched from the dividing river but,
I could not understand how a trout could wiggle along in such shallow waters.

And so,
Us women in our girlie intuition would conclude,
(The old dog resting nearby)
That the fish must have been brought in,
(Imagining a 16 wheeler driving along
A one lane turnpike hoot hooting
Gallons of barrels of fish to be released into still water)

The geese seemed to start squawking in anger,
And, knowing the folklore of angry geese we all stood to leave,
The sun gleaming onto the rowboat reflection
Millions of hauled in fish finding their home along the
Ash wood colored landscape.

2009-03-26T18:07:00.001-04:00

i wanted stillness
i wanted my brain to stop
thinking deep darkness

2009-03-26T17:30:00.003-04:00

It's been a long few weeks.
a lot's been happening

(this apple wireless keyboard kicks ass)

none of it's really interesting
except of course if
you know me well, and know how hard things are
around here.

(my mom texts me and e-mails me in french when she's worried-
i think it's easier for her to make sense of these things
when speaking in native tongues)

i hadn't been feeling well,

(there's also all those NY state people for the ramps)

I only found out recently it was due mostly to anxiety
anxiety is depressing-
and though the right foot's not due to anxiousness
i do feel a sense of liberation

my brain tumors are fine

(my mom stopped writing in french)

the keys on this keyboard are easy

i don't know why i got so worked up about it.

2009-03-18T18:59:00.001-04:00

Thinking of my walls
Being painted deep fusia
Dark chocolate dreams

2009-03-10T22:00:00.000-04:00

My right foot is numb
And I can not travel far
Enough to reach you.

My Quote of Today

2009-03-09T19:49:00.001-04:00

"i should just get over it, but I've been getting over shit my entire life."

THOUGHTS

2009-02-26T17:03:00.000-05:00

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Sometimes,
I wonder why I fight so hard.
Especially on days when my body won't work the way I think it should. Those days where a headache isn't really an ache but the anxiety of something being terribly wrong, feeling locked within a prison of thought. Those sort of days where getting up is physically so tough not because you lack the drive to but because you want to so desperatly it's heartbreaking.
Yea, those days I wonder about. Am I fighting because I don't want to dissapoint those that love me by giving up? Or do I fight for myself because... Well... In the end it's worth it?

I dunno,
Honestly-

I just look back on the days I love, the days where I might have that ache but I also am at a table with a circle of friends laughing hysterically, eating delicious food and gulping down amazing wine. Thinking about days where that ache lies there but love surrounds it, having this amazing man I share my life with cuddling up next to me and kissing the back of my bare neck, our cat at the edge of the bad with purring eyes staring at us, and wanting to stay there forever.

Those days of cloudless blue skies and blossom petal winds.

2009-02-26T17:02:00.000-05:00

Your refrigerator stink
(I say I don't care (I kinda do but don't want her rummaging through it))
I DO! (she exclaims)
I say- good thing it's not refrigerator then.
Huff huff
Shuffle shuffle.

2009-02-26T17:00:00.000-05:00

When city nights fall
Small square lights are turned on, one
By one, lightening stars.

2009-02-26T16:57:00.000-05:00

Thirty years ago
At precisely this hour
I'd start arriving.

2009-02-18T17:13:00.002-05:00

I do, I sigh tons
She just makes me so crazy
and touches my food!

LORE IN 30 SECONDS

2009-02-18T16:44:00.003-05:00

what time does he leave?
oh, and what time does he arrive?
(exhausperating sigh)
(shrug; shrug)
(touches my lunch, folds salami)
(rolling eyes)
do you want raspberries?
(pause)
raspberries
...
so...does he take lunch?
what does he have?
when does he get home?
appoximatly?
oh.
mm-hmm.
i love trout
you should eat fish twice a week
(sigh)
goes he like fish?

six, yes, six word short stories

2009-02-16T18:18:00.004-05:00

1. Having fallen harshly, she came home.

2. Her birthday lasted three days straight.

3. Hugh brought crickets home for Seymour.

4. The car's name is Skully Pirate Booty.

5. I keep counting syllables for this?

6. I hope you enjoyed yourselves,sleep well.

FOR DORI

2009-02-04T17:27:00.002-05:00

When i sing these songs
I wonder if the artists
Would want to hear them.

2009-01-17T16:27:00.002-05:00

He is hardly home
This place echoing empty
Footprints exiting.

2009-01-16T17:15:00.002-05:00

The sun sometimes wise
Hitting clear crystal water
The Brooklyn bridge moans.

2009-01-07T20:35:00.002-05:00

Can I comb your hair
Can I make you eggs for lunch
You should brush your teeth

2009-01-06T16:26:00.000-05:00

Red calligraphy
Streaking down New York gray strees
Sad eyes speaking soft.

A NOTE

2009-01-06T16:03:00.000-05:00

I'm not dating them anymore... but i'll do my best to write daily again

2008-12-02T17:35:00.002-05:00

12/2

The old man clapping
Comparing himself to me
Having had a stroke.

2008-12-01T18:09:00.000-05:00

12/1

The last leaves are gone
The ground moans from frozen winds
Bare trees folding in.

2008-11-19T14:39:00.003-05:00

11/17

I drink whiskey now
Wine is for fancy entree's
Whiskey settles minds.

11/18

Traffic cops, mime waves
Making a mess on Flatbush
Traffic lights winking.

11/19

I want to clone mom.
I want home made soup daily
And my floors this clean.

2008-11-06T15:34:00.002-05:00

11/6

Asian children play
Beneath the Manhattan bridge
Fish markets nearby.

11/5

Barack Obama
Won the election Tuesday
Cheering through the streets.

11/4

When he gave his speech
Standing there alone, chanting
Tears surrounding him.

2008-11-03T17:41:00.004-05:00

11/3

Tomorrow, go vote
They say if you do not vote
You can not complain.

note, random haikus for the lapse of the past 14 days to be typed up soon.

2008-10-16T16:11:00.003-04:00

10/16

Not looking forward
To having to shave my legs
Sitting in the tub.

10/15

Barack Obama
Better win, come November
Otherwise I'm gone.

10/14

Gross spit everywhere
I feel bad for janitors
Cleaning clubhouses.

10/13

All I really want
Is to feel those connections
Lost friends regrouping.

2008-10-09T16:32:00.002-04:00

10/9

Two hundred and ten
Sitting there, pushing machines.
My heart rate climbing.

10/8

She fluttered about
Laying out her short-term plans
After injury.

After the whiskey
And the daily dose of pain
My legs were quite sore.

2008-10-06T17:18:00.002-04:00

10/6

Working on the card
My finger tips tingling
All numb like,like bark.

2008-10-03T13:00:00.000-04:00

10/2

Resizing pictures/
To fit within smaller space/
Dot pixel pusher.

2008-10-01T16:20:00.002-04:00

10/1

I can not believe
It is my favorite month
Cornucopias!

farewell september

2008-09-30T16:58:00.001-04:00

9/30

Sitting by rivers
Dark and deep with history
Ghostly whispering.

2008-09-30T16:54:00.000-04:00

9/29

This cough just won't leave
As if lodged deeply within
My heaving deep breaths.

2008-09-30T16:51:00.000-04:00

9/28

I sat for Ixchel
Trying to ignore soft skin
Needles jab loudly.

2008-09-30T16:48:00.001-04:00

9/27

Just to be thorough
Hugh sat near the stove to stare
Confirming no mice.

2008-09-30T16:46:00.002-04:00

9/26

Sitting by the stove
Watching intently for mice
ALAS, with no luck.

2008-09-30T16:43:00.001-04:00

9/25

What was once a cold/Turned vicious and monster like/Tripping over coughs.

A case of the nasty common cold beast

2008-09-24T17:02:00.002-04:00

9/24

Booger runny nose
Pale, chapped crusty lips and skin.
Small daggers poking.

2008-09-23T16:16:00.000-04:00

9/23

Autumn arrivals
Forcefully bringing on colds
Scratchy, aching throats.

FIRST DAY OF FALL

2008-09-22T17:04:00.001-04:00

9/22

It is fall here now
Although green leaves still flourish
The sun sets early.

2008-09-10T17:41:00.001-04:00

I'm taking a break.
obviously. yet i shall
return again soon.

2008-09-04T16:08:00.002-04:00

9/4

I told the doctor
I was not the 'angry sort'
Clearly bad lying.

9/3

I get in bad moods
Except when mom cooks me eggs
And cleans my closet!

anal retentive

2008-09-02T16:50:00.002-04:00

9/2

I like my house clean
I suppose it is because
My body is not.

2008-08-26T16:31:00.002-04:00

Driving the East Side
A new landscape emerging
Around all new turns.

Beautiful IXCHEL
Sits fully identified
Atop my body

Politely she asked
If the tattoo in fact hurt
Needles jabbing skin.

Seven years is long
The love being gigantic
His body close by.

This week is over
Not wanting to relive it
It sits in ash heaps.

I could not make it
It was not so much sickness
Just the thought of you.

2008-08-20T18:33:00.002-04:00

8/20

I am exhausted
I have done nothing but rest
Still my body aches

8/19

Like a good cripple
I arrived here full of hope
By the end, stabby.

I'm here

2008-08-18T21:52:00.002-04:00

Between two islands
The century old bridges
Suspending skyward

Having been gone long
Lore seemed disappointed
Seeing a clean fridge.

Groveling on floors
Checking electrical plugs
No caffeine in sight.

A happy birthday
Nice wooden earring sanded
By crazy psychos.

I used the walker
Quite the hit at the gardens
My small arms now sore.

Prospect park picnics
Corn salad and smoked salmon
Mango ice and fruit.

I get frustrated
My anger explodes, burning
Sometimes scaring me.

WEEKENDER

2008-08-11T16:06:00.002-04:00

8/11

My calves hurt today
As if my bones were splitting
Breaking out of skin.

Two man skull rowing
Lightweight ships gliding water
Ergometer scores.

He re-aligned me
Everything became centered
My heart finding home.

Matt and Chloe wed
She wore a white satin dress
Eyes looking forward.

2008-08-07T16:15:00.001-04:00

8/7

Art is everything
Bursting paint on gray rooftops
Engraved eternal.

2008-08-06T16:15:00.000-04:00

8/6

I enjoy TV
The most stupid the better
Like, reality.

2008-08-05T16:30:00.002-04:00

8/5/

When the haze settles
Blue skies erupting above
Mad love to cities.

2008-08-04T16:39:00.001-04:00

8/4

How the world stood still
The minute hand moving slow
The lilies sighing

Asheville.

2008-08-04T16:12:00.003-04:00

(I skipped a few days, I know... here are Asheville Haiku's)

Not a haiku
Top 10

Blue mountain rock, big trees
Rivers to the waterfall swimming hole
Art, randomly
Old friends
Old friends who are chefs who cook you home made meals
Family
Huge raindrop rainfalls
Backyard tomatoes
Easy time
Hummingbirds

HAIKU'S

Fifteen hour rides
Choo choo chooing through six states
Sun sets over fields.

Strangers giving rides
Misty morning clouds hanging
Driving along sleep.

The art of cooking
Will be part of this week
Josh baking pita.

On a pebble path
A river runs through brown earth
Whispering ancient.

I float in the pool
My feet digging into rocks
My pores exploding.

Along the parkway
Blue ridges blending with sky
Broad stretches of stone.

The baby fusses
Her father speaking softly
In sing song like words.

Thinking tiny towns
While passing them on a train
Wandering absence

2008-07-21T15:58:00.002-04:00

7/21

Nothing for Monday
Feeling awkward and lazy
Waiting patiently.

7/20

East Side Ink tattoos
I have been anxious, finally
Ixchel on my arm.

7/19

Extremely blazing
An air quality warning
Thick gray haze hanging.

7/18

I awoke at three
Wondering where my face was
Not wanting to hide.

7/17

Eating Chinese food
Steamed pork dumplings and white rice
Pri sitting by me.

2008-07-16T17:05:00.001-04:00

7/16

Nicole came today
She is my new design rep
She will make me rich

Nicole came today
The coolest sister-in-law
Wow, sexy mama!
[by Nicole]

2008-07-15T12:25:00.002-04:00

7/15

Poor Hugh's staircases
Architecturally drawn wrong
All work and no play.

2008-07-14T14:22:00.003-04:00

7/14

Dearest Grandmother
If you please, refrain touching things
That are not yours.

7/13

Lately, many times
Feeling quite unimportant
Distant like friendships.

7/12

Minor league baseball
Wear there socks high like old days
Grinding cleats in dirt.

7/11

Outside my window
It is very green with shrubs
Golden greens and sun.

2008-07-10T17:08:00.002-04:00

7/10

Today more hopeful
Excited about sketch books
While with achey ears.

7/9

Excruciating
Ear infections do not add
To the bad few weeks.

7/8

While in the dark place
Writing long explanations
Poems filled sadness.

2008-07-07T17:22:00.002-04:00

7/7

Not looking forward
To tomorrow or the next
Locking the bathroom.

7/6

The cascading falls
Installed along the river
Look strange from a boat.

7/5

It must be the heat
My whole body feels heavy
Even my eyelids

7/4

While on rooftops
The rain drizzle hiding tears
Watching fire works.

7/3

My stomach cramping
My esophagus itching
Ear sores and couching.

7/2

I cried this morning
My heart is too much for me
My mind takes over.

2008-07-01T17:11:00.002-04:00

7/1

I hate my body
I doubt it likes me either
In fact I am sure.

2008-06-30T19:24:00.002-04:00

6/30

June being over
A sort of long march for me
Semi lonely one

6/29

East Side Ink at one
The artist showing up late
Ahalf sleeve tattoo.

6/28

Saturday needles
And copper disks taped to skin
Hugh worked this morning.

6/27

This Friday is slow
I want evening to arrive
Cheese plates and pate.

6/26

I forgot Thursday
Trying to make up for it
Not remembering

2008-06-25T16:00:00.003-04:00

6/25

It has been a week
I drag my body to you
But it means nothing.

--

As if your koi fish
Could release the stress you cause
Or those yakking birds.

6/24

It is sometimes hard
To write haiku's every day
Words overlapping.

2008-06-23T16:16:00.002-04:00

6/23

Ravioli filled
Pumpkin puree with butter
And sprigs of fresh sage.

6/22

Finally winning
After thirteen long innings
Thank you to Youkilis.

Yesterday's errand's
Farmers market and clean mops
And yellow flowers.

6/20

Bar Sepia for drinks
Serving white russians like 'The Dude'
Brown,black Kahlua.

2008-06-19T18:16:00.002-04:00

6/19

Speaking to Polly
"Vous excuser cheri chat"
Plopping big butts down.

2008-06-18T16:14:00.002-04:00

6/18

Watching obese pets
A segment this morning
Rolling tummy cats.

6/17

Polly poops big poops
Like cows in a green pasture
Except in her box.

FRIDAY+WEEKENDER+ONE

2008-06-16T16:05:00.002-04:00

6/16

Agitation crawls
I do not want to visit
Here always dealing.

6/15

Une plaque de quatre fromages
Guava marmalade and bread
Un verre de Bordeaux

6/14

I went to see art
A rotation of mirrors
Shadows hitting walls.

6/13

Walking to doctors
Seeking laboratories
To suck up my blood.

2008-06-12T16:15:00.001-04:00

6/12

Speaking soft whispers
Feeling my inner god near
Residing in me.

2008-06-11T16:41:00.003-04:00

6/11

A happy birthday
Someone entering thirty
The youthful image.

6/10

When Hugh woke me up
After the five day absence
He filled me with home.

6/9

The closer we got
The further away sadness
Dots along a road.

6/8

My mother driving
Along ancient history
Some old memories.

6/7

My face clean tingles
My pores open, breathing light
All shiny and fresh

2008-06-06T22:23:00.002-04:00

6/6

It is ten o'clock
Tomorrow features facials
But I still miss you.

2008-06-05T14:50:00.001-04:00

6/5

When you are not here

The walls are bitterly cold

There is emptiness.

2008-06-04T17:15:00.001-04:00

6/4

My heart is heavy
Thinking of you being gone
Even for five days.