

Sonnet for GoliathYour name is on pottery now so I guess I must sympathize. See, you've been unearthed and allowed more than an anglicized boogie-manhood. Now we can afford you chiropractic trials and I guess I must paint you thus: a father with calluses, an uber-myth (man) which can't help but transcend theSonnet for Goliath
caricaturia of heaving chest and rising bile; a true thing which falls to the boyking sweating.
But you are a synonym for "big" and beyond me.
fountainhead

Naval Graveyard - WIPPoints on a board. Guesswork. This is you and me andNaval Graveyard - WIP
Every boy and girl in every living city.
3am cellophane

august 8th - valentine's daymy grandmother still makes everyone breakfast wandering around barefoot alone in the same blue robe— and i still expect my dog at the door.august 8th - valentine's day
i still say goodnight to empty rooms, i use lost words and wear ghosts’ clothes.
this year has been the dictionary of long cool honey-toned wood boxes, dust and varnish and calla lilies exhaling through the doors of churches. stiffness and tissues are so out of place in august;
choking sounds, thrice-annual shoes, the momentum of absentia- oceans cracking out between ribs-
goneness is an epidemi
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"Never doubt your Instincts"
i got a one week subscription too, and i didn't even notice. crazy.
Thank you so much for all your support. Really appreciated.
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i might join your century, but only as a doubtful guest.
the little purple man looks so distressed about the sensuality...
This reminded me of you.
This didn't, but I thought I'd put it on here anyhow.
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if i was made for art, from childhood given a prey for burning beauty to devour, i blame the mistress i was born to serve --(M.B.)
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so where at do you live?
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Sweets
"When is being Fluffy ever a bad thing?"
Always a pleasure to read your comments.
I mean it!
Big hug to you.
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he walks like hes got music in his head
he has eyes like the sky
and lips shaped like pink frosting cake roses....
letter to a dead girl: i hope you are somewhere
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