Wednesday, January 04, 2006


my eyes work well in this light
and why do I always start with

the smaller stuff
the bigger bangs

o wot a web of events
eating ankimo and scrood in the head

in the sweat of the fog
a horsefly

your eyes flit from everything but me
to everything but me

they are such eyes
I send them some purple flowers

and they says it has to be a
two bedroom deal and it

has to be cheaps
boy they’s gotten shitfaced those eyes in

mourning of my birthday
and of course they’s a total dork

the saké is always unfiltered
so we got lost driving me home

that was actually fun
like those years we was so fucked up

but now for my goal of
writing a novel before I’m 33