Monday, May 30, 2011

at table

i'm going through the movements

and losing my tastebuds

everything tastes like unsalted, cold, overcooked rice

that i'm too tired to eat

Thursday, May 26, 2011


surrounded by glass

i should be happy

at least there are air vents

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

awkward presentation

  --4 syllables
  --3 syllables
  --2 syllables
  --1 syllable

although, liar isn't exactly unfaithful, at least not all of the time
and wrong could be taken many ways

the shorter, less succinct version is that i no longer am confident of much
regarding myself
and my faith
such as it is

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


when i talk to you,

afterwards, i remember

beautiful music

Monday, May 16, 2011


The old ones tell the young ones not to run

The taste of freedom eats the liver

And then you die