The day is past halfway
and no one yet has spoken
Sitting alone
in a parked car
until it becomes too silly
alive,
sitting alone
in a parked car
December 2003 Archives
Hey, this is my friend Kimberly. She is the nicest
person you'll ever meet. Unless of course
she's not.
I think it would be good
to figure out why I keep waking-
earlier and earlier
in pitch darkness where only
two things in the house kept lit:
the door of the clothes dryer unshut,
the clock on the kitchen stove, 5:31
as I passed
Eventually daylight
tells me that your eyes
are somewhat green. Still
I wonder where you tuck those lashes
when you sleep, laying
breath, fainting ess'
And the strength
of a two-fish
kiss