
I’m going to be posting less often over the summer. I think so, anyway.
Why?
I have a couple of irons in the fire, among other reasons:
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I’m going to be posting less often over the summer. I think so, anyway.
Why?
I have a couple of irons in the fire, among other reasons:
(more…)
the peopling ages raw
meat hook hanging
— don't pretend to kiss me,
this savage morning hurts
let me dance the razor's edge
the deaf talk my broken digits
the blind point my way home
underneath, i weary stone

to quell all dreaming
long black snake riding
writhing at land's end
days i tire of thinking —
must be something more
just around the bend
pull over waysides
drinking travel mug brew
to stare at what daybreak
sends

overdone & unmoored
sent adrift & becalmed
uncertain of standing
or taken sitting down
wondering what was
done to deserve these
days
you're due for holiday
they say, but where do you go
when even going away
makes you feel like this
on these days