Archive for April, 2007


if books could talk the forest of the station town flag a train to go about my future the one arm woman juliet is dead staring at me windmill her socks faded memory il condominio dry flower road over exposed lost in my town focusing before and after step pipe ups and downs the deadly beehive up let the violin play the fortress no title a blue cylinder fascinated by blue lights trying to act like a bird blue eyes fisher man