thursday

Spinning the clay is

Like everything and nothing

Occupying time

tuesday

birds and trees, oh my

I am starting to see twee

through my big glasses

monday

even though my life

could have turned out bad today

it was quite awesome

monday

i won't be sorry

for any hostility

directed at you

sunday

sometimes it's hard when

running feels so good on skin

to realize  patience 

friday

sometimes i can't help

but miss the visible breath

and the swirling snow

thursday

these hands, rough and caked

with bits of clay, deftly throw,

guiding the center

tuesday

your tail is slightly 

shrunken, bald, and demented

but i love you squirrel

monday

no, i will not go

all the way over there now

i have things to do!

thursday

love and destruction,

sadness because i never 

had the chance to know

wednesday

It's been a few days,

since I last clicked syllables

and contemplated 

monday

memories on film

have been complemented by

t.v. and baseball

sunday

Miles of memories
Blurred through the rear-view mirror
Forgotten colors

sunday

taste the magic here

in the palm of your hand, now

look out at crystal

saturday

How you're so careless,

Yet carefully constructed

Like Tom and Daisy

friday

Were I to forgive 

You, I wouldn't be able

To forgive myself

thursday

my candy man sings

destroyed by ice cream machine

love my managers

thursday

i feel like losing

myself within these cold walls 

for only seconds

wednesday

ghost hunters is on

but not on this tv set!

i want to watch it!

friday

they lie in silence

soldiers, dead before battle

they wait to serve

friday

a lot of cupcakes

and adolescents who like

to act like hot stuff

 

wednesday

violent rumble

water comes from everywhere

friend, are you okay?

tuesday

nothing puts me in

a bad mood quite like this does

angry, so angry