Friday, June 08, 2012


Let’s Play Fruit Ninja

A satellite is crashing into the earth tonight.
I dream of brussels sprouts and red potatoes
at the Ferry Building—after gym together.

I ran two miles and then climbed uphill
for a very long time.  I’m down from my
high.  Could be faulty scales.  Fluctuation.

Stacey’s is closing.  Here lies a bookmark
for a dead bookstore.  A pregnant pause
lies between two thoughts.  Could be years

of new music in just one month.  But then
time speeds up.  Just north of which, a
group of friends complete a circle and

become closer forever.  Closer to the
threshhold of nirvana or non-existence.
We walk home as fireworks light up the sky.