Tuesday, March 31, 2009
from my friend lee, i am so thankful
“i hope you’re feeling okay. i just want you to know that i love you. you’re a good man. and um, i just, i’m sorry that things didn’t work out between you and your wife, ex-wife. but you are a good man and i love you for it. stay cool and keep your head above water. and um, if there’s anything that you need and i have it at my disposal, feel free to let me know if you think there’s anything you think i might be able to do. i love you very much michael. and give me a call when you get a chance, no pressure. ok then. i love you mike and i’ll call you sometime next week unless you call me this weekend sometime. ok. alright then michael, i love you.”
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letters
Monday, March 9, 2009
i do not know what i do not know yet
i see i see
this is not the way it will be
in death throes
i convulse at once touching
the earth, serpentine, like a sine
disbelieving the change
i am throwing you up
bulimic
it is a long way from my tail to my head and back again
this is not the way it will be
in death throes
i convulse at once touching
the earth, serpentine, like a sine
disbelieving the change
i am throwing you up
bulimic
it is a long way from my tail to my head and back again
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poems
some cafe, 2009
in the middle of the floor
by the door
i jackhammer my way, cab calloway style
doing minnie the moocher
jump
the gap between your lips, perfect
super smoocher
your smile says ‘i’m really unhappy but i could be happy with you’
so brand new to your mona lisa voodoo
insane matchmaker
i can feel myself in all the different times of my life with you
birds fly grass thighs sway to the sweet touch of what i begin to not remember so much
and just for a moment i am with you
and just for a minute i am your friend
by the door
i jackhammer my way, cab calloway style
doing minnie the moocher
jump
the gap between your lips, perfect
super smoocher
your smile says ‘i’m really unhappy but i could be happy with you’
so brand new to your mona lisa voodoo
insane matchmaker
i can feel myself in all the different times of my life with you
birds fly grass thighs sway to the sweet touch of what i begin to not remember so much
and just for a moment i am with you
and just for a minute i am your friend
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poems
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