Thursday, October 29, 2009
Jazz Etiquette
jazz sessions. görlitzer park. do you have friends anyway? will you sleep alone tonight? rico. harmonica holster. tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. wait your turn for the rhythm then BLOW. fingers do the anticipation dance, the rhythm jitterbug. hunched over black and ivory. matte brass. closed eyes and breathe... breathe. bum bum BUM bum of calloused fingers. you close your eyes as it is the sense of least importance here.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Why I will never have a 6-pack
Real Butter
Brie
Whole Milk
Linguini
Crusty Bread
Pecan Pie
Birthday Cake
Gristle
Pork Belly
Wine Wine Spritzers
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Cumulus / The Sum of Your Parts
from the balcony: tangible mass
soft, puffy, and formidable
from the balcony: slow
creeping across the sky, but traveling at a rate
faster than i can keep up
up close: translucent
it's cold and the wind carries billions of water droplets
in the same, different direction
up close: you're just your parts
i see right through you
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