8.27.10

feeling the stretch of
my legs, my muscles reaching
skimming just above

haikus for love, please
for world peace, cancer cure
all things beautiful

8.09.10

you don't read my work
you think it's bizarre-- pointless?
but how deep i reach

thinking about how
we and you and me might change
gives me a chill (thrill?)

at the black bottom
of deep seas, darker than death
our love swims, eyeless

i don't consider
myself a great artist but
it still feels special

i wish i could be
little bo peep, you're my sheep
fuckin' scram, will you?