This
moment
as smooth
as a board,
and fresh,
this hour,
this day
as clean
as an untouched glass
not a single
spiderweb
from the past:
we touch
the moment
with our fingers,
we cut it
to size,
we direct
its blooming.
It's living,
it's alive:
it brings nothing
from yesterday that can't be redeemed,
nothing from the past.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Police
Rolled through a stop sign this morning-
Got pulled over (right in front of my office).
Was called ma'am twice.
But no ticket-
Got pulled over (right in front of my office).
Was called ma'am twice.
But no ticket-
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monterey Bay
is now the colour of my bathroom. Although-it almost reminds me of a blue highlighter-damn.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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