He's a charcol's baby, but he's not like all the rest. He's tender and fragile. But he's hot and he will burn you. He'll tear down all the surrounds you and lick at your hems before sending you into the wind ( Read more... )

I will invent you

You will understand these things
that they never knew.

You will grow unrecognizable and unmistakably
arrive at the touch of severalty.

All this will be so in time. Your time
will come dear Young one.

he picked up the duece
from a boy from the hood
they met
and they shared, sure
they had lots of things
and now they've gone
their own separate ways.
i say no one is to blame
that's the way the game is played in forts.

I fell from a Poplar tree ( Read more... )

I saw a bear in the wood soon after supper, as Mother had sent me to gather kindling for the hearth. It was in her practice to keep it lit for the morning's breakfast ( Read more... )

He was a wrangler of sorts. He'd track the game and dangle over edges for the thrill. A true adventurer and lover of riches. We never went without or hungered for. I saw him as he left us and I told him I'd miss him. He said he'd only be gone for a minute.
I'm still waiting. Randolph and Barbara say I haven't been the same. They wait by the tracks ( Read more... )

it was delicious and this is what I ate. a Mid morning dream, many and I'm awake. I tab them all with the ink from my pen. I'm alone, but sometimes, that's how it's gotta happen ( Read more... )

he works from a car and has two diamonds to sell. they are taken with greed, and not a second thought. now there's nothing left. I don't understand. Miss Cane, she knows things and I haven't left her behind. The diamonds fit nicely on her. She misses me when she's on the elevator. These things take such a long time.

I am endless. Oh what frightens me most. Well, by far the most. It's ridiculus, but that's the way it is. Now I've made it clear.

A clumsy contrast. Not a fear, but a similar taste of collective consciousness.

Now for some advice:

You can do it if you try, V-I-C-T-O-R-Y.

There you go.

|I have a joke about old goats. It involves computers and RAM.|

My skin. A noise to my senses. Seething it's searing song. A delicious pain, yesterday. It can be delicious today. My skin. I'm worried about tomorrow.