Archive for January, 2008

pork bun
January 16, 2008

packing hats as I was grazing

lock duck ball

the symposium was a fart and koalas filled

or filed – infantry – slide that capo

garage

fly swatter

not much else

dopamine street sausage democracy

Persephone watched as

her sister on top

bottled the rain

I am describing a sound

space needle
January 16, 2008

take care of

your teeth

you

never listened

now

we’ve dug you up

twice

and still

you’re missing

how do you

take us in