Tuesday, May 06, 2008

it often comes to light

it often comes to light
that i don't know
what the hell
i'm doing

[written on a fly in sac - may '08]

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fixing the fountain

fixing the fountain warm clear night
skeeter the size of a fist

[composed on the tongue tonight dodging a bloodsucker - 8:45 p.m.]

2 Comments:

At 6:36 AM, Blogger AlexG said...

I esp like the compostional notations.

 
At 11:09 PM, Blogger richard lopez said...

muchos gracias, alex

 

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