Wednesday, April 9, 2008

i believe in the existence of strawberries

there are ugly things here.  messy things.  things that drip and smell.  ugly the way no one wants to see, but everybody has felt.  it is not pretty.  (its ugly).  (i already said that).  (pay attention).

Sunday, April 6, 2008

honey raincoat

it is a soft croon, the way he sings it.  the music is like surgery, opening us up, fixing something, and putting us back down gently, our bodies different, aching a bit, but better somehow.  fill my veins with pollen, buzz the honeybees around me, teach me to stand like a flower.  pour that stuff into me like i am a pitcher.  all the houses are going to start sneezing soon.  you better be careful.  they say a sneeze can have a force up to 100mph.  and nobody wants to get slammed by a couch going 100mph out the front door of a sneezing house.