A wide and softly alluring come hither cliche — I won’t do it — But it is there I’m sober, I’m not She’s not, closing at work… I’m forgetting something, again. or interrupting again. It is Continue Reading…
Monthly Archives: September 2009
It is early enough still to deal with these things in the night— the moment of mediocre distance and bating emotionaless time with fall decree by insanity & drunken madness. Sadness– Continue Reading…
The carpet didn’t like the gin — the towel was thirsty for it– an hour later the towel sopping with saliva from this wanton mouth. (circa TBD)
She could have flung around rail cars. Torn apart huge men rigging ships— Palpable– confused, unmitigated anger What should have been said? With such flaccid love still there & we couldn’t drink & Continue Reading…