MEMBER SINCE: March 2010
occupation: ma bell
crush: zooey deschanel
fantasy: quit work
sign: pisces, (dreamer.)
makes me happy: sleeping in, pizza, an intelligent conversation, no conversation, my redwings, my levi's, walking in a blizzard,
into: novels, skateboards, poetry, hot coffee, the woods, mountains, rivers, the ocean, pasta, trucks, snow. symmetrical all wheel drive with turbo.
BLOGS
(Old stuff; I wrote this when I was still living in Miami.)
The day of sun
the day and its
torturous heat,
bring me the
night I plead.
Give me the
bright moon of
voices finely
aged I reach
for them, these
heroes I keep.
In essence
never apart I
want to speak
to old Walt,
Emily, Hart, I
want to reach
them. The
way a sudden
cut bleeds the
day of summer
leads to fall,
certain death
dry reeds us
all.
In time against
we race. I will
stop, will cease
the denial and
observe these
trees around me.
The acadamy of
bards I wish to
meet the poets,
where is Ginsburg,
Creely?
I want to speak to
someone who has
no interest in
understanding me
but only wants to
see.
The day of sun
the day and its
torturous heat,
bring me the
night I plead.
Give me the
bright moon of
voices finely
aged I reach
for them, these
heroes I keep.
In essence
never apart I
want to speak
to old Walt,
Emily, Hart, I
want to reach
them. The
way a sudden
cut bleeds the
day of summer
leads to fall,
certain death
dry reeds us
all.
In time against
we race. I will
stop, will cease
the denial and
observe these
trees around me.
The acadamy of
bards I wish to
meet the poets,
where is Ginsburg,
Creely?
I want to speak to
someone who has
no interest in
understanding me
but only wants to
see.
DECEMBER 2012
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