Friday, August 28, 2009

"how do you say i love
you to an answering
"that's when i reach
for my revolver.
that's when it all
gets blown away."
to smitherines.

hot pink headphones
russian poets
russian poems
prickly pear fruit punch
rolling stones
achy bones
naturally it's christmas
naturally it's autumn
naturally it's summer
loneliness of the long distance
fun with a friend
and mackerel madness
a late summer caterpillar
coaxing the kids
written words
or typewriter times.
i think i know a friend of mine.