Archive for August, 2009

57th st

What I wanted

What I wanted
To be true
Wasn’t that easy
To say or do.

What I wanted:
To be true.
Wasn’t that easy
To say? Or do?

True love

What each was in love with was the other’s aspirations,
And each loved the other from the heart of the better self.


In my story, the Phoenix is not a bird but a moth with wax wings.

mathematical model of zombie

When Zombies Attack!

Long silence

Thinking poems but not writing them down
Is no way
To be
A poet
Must write them

Write them.

Pictures of my commute