Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Party with the typewriters.

Party with the typewriters.
I got him off and he didn’t
me.   Wub lubes in myster-
ious ways.   Take out your
wallet and beat it slightly.

Look how I’m branded.
Next up, curated (a new
tattoo in 3-D).   Later,
we embrace nerve loss.
There’s no way of know-

ing which chapter to
be in.   A place like
Tokyo.   Maps are no
use.   Winter slides over
your skull.   A bucket of

loss is worth two in the
drain.   It’s his eagerness
for wisdom got me.   A
knowing push when
democracy reels it in.