1/26/03
Pick trees to burnt wickedness
while picking up bits of worm food...
crack terrible oblivion

1/28/03
And wonder in a wandering way
which winds war
into wicked wicked wintery wrecks

Battering careful necks
with the holding floor
of a troubling flying rug
heavy with skinned shoes
and falling down the stairs

3/23/03
Like there aren't stars
over EVERYONE'S head.

Roman ideals
hold heads bubbling
under silver waters of oil.

as you get older
you might start to think
the wrinkles betray
every evil
you've committed.

It's incredible
the way your eyes shine
through the backrest
of a thousand chair dreams.

6/9/03
Plugging cooperating bugs
into flickering wormholes
like licking an errant drip
of melted ice cream
off the side
of the wrong kind of cone
and having the whole thing
fall asleep in your hand.