Wednesday, January 7, 2009


I spend some nights awake 
and wandering through your diary
like aisles in a store
I find rainbows of experience
small pieces of a big story
still frames of a girl I'd like to know
I think I could spend all night 
exploring your flea market mind
the lamps and old dressers
the dusty magazines and photographs
that you manifest

1 comment:

  1. I think I creamed.

    I'm potentially too lazy to comment whatever else I've read. So I just thought I'd let you know, if you don't drop whatever else you think you're going to do for a living and write a book or some wicked songs, I might have to violently shove the horn of a unicorn up the tiny hole at the tip of your penis.