6/29/02
travelling backwards running
sorry for the tripping

Are you supposed to care more about people or more about yourself?

7/2/02
between the white sheet of night after night
and the pithy feeling of kicking off
where are you supposed to go
never?

fault and faulty ways
fruit bats, plastic masks and hands holding hands
a very cold beer on a very hot day
burning blistering breaking
open wounds and salty days
flying down the beach with your eyes closed
dying on the way there
instead of the way back.

7/7/02
Tracking the water fall of the smallest bean
in a lush rain forest...
begging yesterday to cry.
I’ve varnished this carpal tunnel
with the movements of a dancer
the shallow breath of a sleeping baby...
far be it from me to talk about forever.
Given the beaten path of a tired and sun dying road
I’ve decided to fake out onto cots of cheap old tapestry
and shift my bare feet to towards the back of a sunset.