Wednesday, April 30, 2008
WHAT'S LEFT NOW
you used to look
like some
come-hither
spectre,
washing his car
in your bikini
only one
block from me;
I kept
driving past
too fast
to see
intentionally.
what's left now
is the ghost
of desire dragged through
the suds of what never was.
A WARNING
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
WHAT CAN NEVER FADE
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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