behind the eyes of every cynic
is a broken and stubborn hope,
trying to scoop ice cream
up from the sidewalk
back into the cone.
Archive for December, 2008
for everything a season I
December 31, 2008it never changes
December 16, 2008
it’s either an essence or a mask and either way
you’d never know the difference
above and beneath
December 15, 2008
when it’s all over, we’ll probably feel pretty silly
about ourselves.
done
December 4, 2008this was just one of those days
when the pixels grew hypnotic,
swirled into nonsense
and sank conscious thought
like quicksand.
titania and nick
December 2, 2008
if you woke up to find out you were an ass,
would you really be that surprised?
it could be paradise
December 1, 2008
knee-deep in saltwater and seaweed,
the way football should be played.
