Wednesday, October 22, 2008

anonymous note

i was really really, white-hot, melting point of glass upset with you. because, frankly my love, you were slack.

it was getting hard even to separate your actions from you (love the sinner, hate the sin, and all that).

and then i remembered that we had planned it. i had agreed to help.

now i'm still pissed at the situation. and i still think you are slack. but i do admit that the degree of my emotion has been mitigated; we were supposed to act like a team, and both of us fell down on that.

i'll try and do better.

Thursday, October 16, 2008


smooth, polished with age
and use, cool against my palm
i will walk with you
across the black desert sand
towards the mountains ahead

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


blown sand in my eyes
absorbing the water drops
before they can fall

Wednesday, October 01, 2008


flushed with liquid heat
i see you enter the bar
winter comes early