I remember we used to hold hands in the newborn evening

wander about the cricks and vegas 

mapping ourselves

in love with our little roulette.

at times I

hear the fridge

breathe out like

some worn and

fed up vet.

wesandersonbible:

Bottle Rocket or John 11

Jesus: so, did you enjoy your first visit to the afterlife?

Lazarus: hey, hey, shh, shh, shh. Come on. Be sensitive to the fact that other people are not comfortable talking about emotional disturbances. Um, you know, I am, I’m fine with that, but… Other people.

the way you

leapt to find

the gold net

you wove while

we slow danced.

in the end 

times light shall

bring the sad

twist you sought

all your life.

i bet you wished you

Fineline

Now I was making my way through the garden.  There was that strange light which follows a day of persistent rain, when the sun comes out and the sky clears too late to be of any use.  The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky.  A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible.  Fuck off, she said.

Attack of the 40 lb. horsefly

“A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.” —Adrienne Rich, 

Art Credit Daniel Hopfer

“Shhh!

I’m listening to reason!”

in the end

you may see

some clouds that

look like a

dream held still.

the glass of

still scotch you

nurse keeps its

eye on your 

dead cell phone.

in school once

i wrote a note

to a girl

and left it

at her door.