Thursday, July 10, 2008


unbelievable that there are so many slivers
at one small point there could be multiple cracks
beauty is hard to find until you can look directly in the center
with shattered eyes that link back to your soul

Wednesday, July 09, 2008


a kind of special hair curled to the side
waiting to poke at the pot
adopted by the whispers of floating promises

Tuesday, July 08, 2008


Channeling Ghandi in the pot of pigs feet
sweet Jesus I praise your long locks
I offer my soul and heart to the world 
bless the children and commence in your study


unconscious frustration of conscience desires 
gladly surmising the whims of the cat 
making the katsup swim in a pool of sea salt


blackened chicken over the milk of the spit
taking off the wig I color my brow
can i look in the mirror at my red headed twin
I blow her a kiss and she gives me a wink