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  • last post

    My last post of 2012, last outpost, ahead images: fuzzy and distant as the wind. It’s much too dark for going It’s much too early for a new start The year is much too…

  • sun dreams

    Sun dreams! You are naughty, wakeful spiteful dreams! Leaving no trace but a whisper, a whisper Uttered by those who know but stranger to the one whose fate is sowed In sun dreamed dreams

  • the nose beats the heart that feeds

    No, Mr. Poe, it was not the beating of a heart. It was the human trappings of wood chippings. The creator, O Pinnoccio, where has he gone!

  • hold your tongue

    it’s not spite hold your tongue let the moment pass let the opportunity die a million times he’s not had to think while you accommodated but that’s not true a million times you haven’t…

  • stalk

    I do not stalk you Only watch and wonder who you look for When your sideways glances forget to look my way

  • Head in the Oven

    “It means nothing.”  He’s being accommodating. He feels bad about the diss. “I’ll say,” I say. “Never mind,” I say. It’s not as if he can do anything. Oh to be Sylivia Plath, head…

  • Inappropriate Plug

    I probably should have plugged my book at the end of all my “Lost Dog” messages I sent out.

  • floppy ears, as they should be

    she came on a Sunday left on a Wednesday it wasn’t like it was a special day   she liked leaves and maybe be leaving too come to think of it   when it’s…

  • Syndrome

    Being in an ambulance is a lot like being in hell or on a forgotten subway moving through the outskirts of Chicago At the ER, they will confirm your status living and dying, living…