And that one there, it was his socks on a carpeted stage thousands engaged in his heartbeat a great drenched smile and me a little slave to the wolfbite eyes and 12 minute stare 09-09-07

The hungry spell of the season’s air turns her head to the open window. Outside, the earth promises to draw blossoms from the chilly branches, from the chilly buds, from the chilly stalks. This is an ivory blending of seasons and smells and it all points to a time he returns. Among the folds of …

I want only today the taste of you To rest amid the folds and sounds Of you sleeping To be your canopy And together To extend ourselves, together now, out into An afternoon entrusted to an ocean’s turn, where your eyes, I own, their blueness and what they see along the shadow lines of my …

8 parts gin and 1 part tonic, katz at the pizza place, brian frain, granola, 4th, desert, david…always…david, sheila slayton, smokefree nooners, great weed, “it wasn’t me,” boys with nicknames, maloney’s, o’malleys, sobreity fish, fear, loss, baby, adult, bike, tar, black dog, motorcycle death, mt lemon, lost car, lost years, lost baby, wandering hands, mozart …