1. February 2009
light fades out slowly
as i sift through the forest
would you please shave that?
29. January 2009
her face in moonlight,
each detail in sharp relief.
… let’s try rear entry.
27. January 2009
sometimes, nature’s joy
comes when you least expect it.
sometimes i do, too.
25. January 2009
When springtime arrives,
Swallows returns to the land.
The whore, not the birds.
22. January 2009
Excuse me, madame,
does this smell like chloroform?
Let’s go to my house.
19. January 2009
friends, like a treasure
are best when they are promptly
buried in the yard.
18. January 2009
sound of flesh on flesh
perfect rhythm slows; a gasp.
fuck, mom, don’t you knock?
12. January 2009
the wasp may be small,
but is not to be laughed at.
much like my penis.
11. January 2009
how soft are the leaves
of the hydrangea bush
i am peeing in.
6. February 2009
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