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Monday, April 28, 2003

an onion fell
and rolled down the hall
leaving its paper brown shavings
a trail of crackled laughter
they tear and trickle
up the woman's throat
as she races

Monday, April 21, 2003


still melting crystals
drop in quickening passage
begin to head home

Friday, April 18, 2003

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

Saturday, April 12, 2003


a post for the night.

someone is listening.
thank-you.

now, does anyone know where are
those moon sticks astronaughts used to eat?

Monday, April 07, 2003


could things be better?
sure.
but things could be worse.

Wednesday, April 02, 2003


just ants underfoot
conscious of an existance
they race to preserve