wednesday

Sickly green beasts crawl
Farming my meat, making towns
Disgust fills my fridge

almost tuesday

i couldn't wait, no

"you have broken my heart, sir,"

i spoke through the night

monday

quietly thinking,

suddenly it dawns on me

the path to that place!

monday

stepping stones ablaze
shine sandy shores and wonders
for us to enjoy

sunday

the T.V's roaring!

Jeff Goldblum's shirt is open

he is so manly!

saturday

the rain in my brain

whoa, it leads me so astray!

oh please, clouds, part soon!

saturday

tsunami pervades
with affection and carnage.
sanity struggles

thursday

oh so many words

filling up my mind like leaves

bursting forth on trees

wednesday

zeitgeist takes me to
a place I don't wanna be.
let me just be me

wednesday

the world is refreshed! 

an appearance of the rain

arrests my senses

tuesday

Napping on the sea
Blue breezes push, seaweed tugs
Down I go -- scared, cold

tuesday

sometimes it's funny

how you don't know i exist

other times it's not

tuesday

photography is

a way to capture all the

beauty in your heart

monday

-journey takes a toll-
-mystery meal of secrets-
-one dream lulls to sleep-

monday

Spring butterflies bounce
Weightless color... Fido jumps
And my fresh lunch falls

Monday

Do you ever see

how my ears turn very red

when you talk to me?

sunday

it begins to fade

and my eyes are opening

as i stroll through town

sunday

visions of chainsaws
shimmy like no tomorrow
let's watch it again!

saturday

music makes the heart

move faster than the drumbeat 

and when it stops, peace

saturday

through the rocks and trees
is a place of honesty
we can be ourselves

saturday

we exchanged few words

identity is hidden

behind a nickname

saturday

Sometimes I feel it
Creep up my feet from darkness
I don't like that thing

friday

Wiggling my fingers
The pulse of fragile blue seas
I believe in God

friday

a flower trumpet!

a fresh breeze lifts and twirls me

swirls me through the day

thursday

we laughed by the pond

the sun has been cruel to me!

oh, to feel so free

thursday

growing affection
and sun's intimate embrace
exclamate my life

wednesday

run, run, run far please

from all the hate that hangs here

and listen to clouds

wednesday

My life is a ghost
Disappearing hopes, fogged words
I wait in shadow

tuesday

starting to realize 

everything will be okay

there are leaves on trees

monday

Your cute frowning face
Stuff it with fish sticks and burp
My favorite Poot.

monday

holy crap papers

hollywood is wrong, so wrong

when will all work end?

monday

sometimes dreams deceive

when they should be the music

of all things so true

sunday

lyrical music

instigates a reverie

a love far away

saturday

Sweet, rosy berries
They sour, soft and rotted
Put words in the fridge

saturday

procrastination
doesn't want to do this now
I prefer to sleep

saturday

some days are missing

the past begins to begin

oh, how the rain fell

Saturday

DP Dough is good

Waiting for her to arrive

Then all is magic

wednesday

Dark groggy mornings
My glowing box leaves spaces
In your words... I hope.

wednesday

periwinkle skies

saw a star come into sight

we had the same thoughts

tuesday

Dirty stinking socks
With this and that, I forgot
Humiliate me.

tuesday

there are giant ants

like the great big elephants

invading the room

tuesday

cant stop the volume 

from the fuckheads next to me

god allow quiet 

monday

Green spiders burst free
Such a sunny, lively bunch
And your face is gray

monday

time is a phantom

if you would ask me to dance

this time i'd say yes

sunday

today is sunday
the sudden light burns my eyes
i have a headache

sunday

Summer thunderstorms
God's blinding fingers scratch me
My glass falls over

sunday

the day invites me

flashbulbs forbid forgetting 

we walk in the sun

saturday

you two are pals too?
I want to be friends with you
i wish i could speak

saturday

the best time of day

surrealist orange blue glow

silhouettes the trees

saturday!

X-files on the couch
You be Moulder, I'm Scully
Slouching, bellies out

friday

he questioned my pants
from a trouser factory
he needs pants no more

friday

a cold morning fog

i think you don't really get

who i am at all

thursday

you got a haircut
like so many other things
i am left alone

thursday

holy hell, not I

said the goose to the gander

when bread is so scarce 

thursday

the sky is a sea

the ocean of clouds drifts by

listen through the trees

wednesday

extra special day
shines through the thick fog of past
and into my eyes

wednesday

a single photo

music rings in the night air

like an old movie

wednesday

thank god for tengo

beautiful melody sing

fill my heart with bliss

tuesday

feeling such stress here

wondering where hope has gone

I look, only dust

tuesday

warmy day maybe
finally i have no coat
stormy clouds confuse

tuesday

i slept on a bench

with my face in the sunlight

oh, to be alive