tungsten flash points times the power of now

blackened by weather. nothing but blue skies, and only this clear sense
of emulated retardation. quattro anno retained all the best parts
of the jettisoned
and now it's quarter past 4. turn left and the lights come...

on!

she wishes i wished that their wants were somewhat less
acerbic. mom's called today - had their say about 5 weeks ago, and now it's time for fosterer's
and forgetfulness.

'so you dont want anyone to know where you live.'

statement.

nothing to talk to about. bad dates.
worse timing.
slum around the old neighborhood looking
for flattened lincoln's and flattering
rememberances of happiness and flipped stomachs
never going inside to avoid recycling the one love all need to


avoid lest we
see it's
wrong to want something that's happy


without





knowing how or why. eye's that close
and hands that crush


she talks in her sleep and i cannot help dying when she says my name.

symmetry


shouldn't be afraid of the lost half inch of height and depth and breadth.