Friday, March 14, 2008

hungry
always tastes like someone else's 
food

gone funky

a bit of it has traveled to the centre core covered the blanket over the featureless
fetus, pasting age in the series of concealing plastic
pulling between the grubs 
simple edges

and the losers  neverever
don't lose

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

the call came in at 4:13


sonar
arson
our son