Monthly Archives: September 2009

last minute business

as soon as she got to the party she sat around the round table we made eye contact a couple of times before she had the courage to ask the things she needed to know “do you have any cocaine?” … Continue reading

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an attempt at

he smelled of dead fish but a sushi chef would he barked strange words as i attempted to grab a roll no! no! fuck this, i’m going to burger king.

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the one that gets me in trouble

father drunkard stood underneath the mother mary picture above his followers spoke of what he’d seen in his war on the non believers wondered aloud why they were so so, very ungrateful for all he’d done father drunkard spit venom … Continue reading

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vigil in the center

she’d traveled a few hours down a winding road for our first kiss the moment the car approached the house my heart stopped beating she stepped out of the car, white stone crunching under neath her perfect, tiny shoe her … Continue reading

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tech no logic

as i click the mouse connected to my computer i feel more and more disconnected from the places i’ve been the faces i’ve loved the moments that sculpted me and as i look at his pictures of the life he … Continue reading

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summers seemed so long

they used to bother me in the summer mornings waking me up buzzing past my head as I dreamed of Belinda I’d hide my head under the covers but that wouldn’t last nothing lasts anymore i don’t even mind the … Continue reading

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little pieces

her hand sat across from mine as the other pulled at my sleeve we were headed to another place another time i noticed her polish was starting to chip away little pieces of red or burgundy flecks sat atop her … Continue reading

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mean streets

sirens blare in the background again every three hours as they do every three hours i wonder who died today who got lucky wonder when the blood will boil over in the streets again

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just killin time

just killing time is all i’ve ever done can’t run fast enough to get where i’m tryin to go stuck in a moment that never ends ready to find out the answers to the question just killing time to the … Continue reading

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corona and lime.

i pushed her hair away from her face to get a better sense of where the tears might fall when i tell her its time to move on she does not make eye contact with me and only mutters words … Continue reading

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