Monday, May 21, 2012

Recording

Passwords
And pin numbers
Secret questions
And answers
There is so much
You don't know
About me

Thursday, May 17, 2012

August

I sit comforted in my spanish harlem room. The gray rainy skies compliment my pale blue room. The breeze feeds my need for coolness and solitude. The heat from the last three weeks brought with it a mania in me. I went out every night doing nothing and everything. Now I rest my tired feet and mind. My manic state collapsed. It all began on a Thursday night....

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

pillow tree girl



Swinging lips
Fall from trees
And hips
They arc upright
In the night

We talk
Because
That's what we're
Supposed to do

Friday, May 4, 2012

true

you see
these words
they mean so much to me

the words
are the only
something
true for me

Interiors

My tears are dry like the desert
Tumbleweed gifts
For the strangers I meet
The Russian man
At the corner bus stop
Every downtown morning
We share secret smiles
We breathe our hellos