another day’s done;
caught between the confines
of capitalism & swine flu
well, its a very public private sphere
if you ask me.
hell-bent to appreciate
but can never fully articulate
“before you can join the struggle, you have to recognize that there is one.”
a series of truths,
but no absolutes.
went skinny dipping in a pool of last night’s filth
a book on buddhism at the side of the bed
“atheism never looked so cool.
virginia thought so, anyway.
i’d be lying if i said
it wasn’t about the aesthetics
just as i’d be lying to say i didn’t
for threatening to kill the girl with a hunchback
who never did a thing to him
or to anyone, for that matter.
porch poetry disrupts another
half-hearted attempt at academia
hard pressed for time,
but why stop the wine when it’s flowing
and why stop the pipe
when you’re not ready to stop blowing?