Thursday, November 26, 2009

planes like sharks in the sky

Sunday, November 8, 2009

let's hit the road
and hit our heads.
let's train those desert roads
to stay dry
as we rip reality at the seams
and cry
in this language
that doesnt
quite
cut it.

that self cut
brown hair
and those
time worn words
could make this periphery
play with periods,
even if its just for a small while.
i'll find us a place to park
in these monads
and pretend to press
what won't be pressed.