Friday, May 22, 2009


I been meaning to write.

Things got a pleasantness but no cohesion.  
I'm a pedestrian, a pavement pounder.
Tan arms and face.  I'm hot all day but rarely
uncomfortable, more like full of warmth,
gestating new versions of myself,
effusing sticky love for my friends.

Today I made sushi, man that was great.  Now I'm in my underwear.  Man.

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