Thursday, February 28, 2008

we are the sunset collectors



"We collect sunsets in our hearts. What do you do?"~Sara Kaye

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

10 Reasons Why We Should Get Whiskey Tonight

  1. Jamie won't shut up about her "period" and "period" is a harsh word and would sound better slurred.
  2. It's delicious.
  3. It's a mental and social lubricant - these girls are making me nervous.
  4. It's cold outside.
  5. We might have to do surgery later. You never know.
  6. I had too much ginko biloba and I need an antidote.
  7. We might need to work up the nerve to drive later.
  8. Because we can.
  9. Bill's Liquor is as close as the second closest bathroom around here.
  10. There is no more beer left.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

great minds think



"le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau."

ilovesuperbeautiful exquisite corpse poetry

10/3/07

1:
the trees were bent over like her mother
sometimes the bells rang on their own--
but no one would admit it
five pieces of his heart lay on the oak floor
she picked up one, two, three and then

stopped suddenly
stop watches are all she ever wanted for christmas.
and she got them. amen

his jeans wore him as he tipped his dusty hat.
the ladies fanned themselves faster.
roses flew out of her nose. a lilac bush
blossomed around her left eye.
three petal teeth dropped to the ground.

2:
the blueberries made him sick.
she was so happy
she wished on a tulip not knowing
it was supposed to be a dead dandelion

gorgeous! oh gorgeous!
ooooooh, yeah. smack it down slow,
shelby.
and the small mountain of wrappers left them wondering
why everything had to be so very sick
its the recipe for disaster, not
love on that tattered notecard.
"forget it" he said to the closed door.
it was awhile before he walked away.

3:
her hair always looked like morning
her tiny fingers held onto his collar bone

she had never known how soft a bone could be

that's my toe you just stepped on

polar bear skin wrapped around
her shoulders-- a thing she never
imagined would touch her skin. but

that was only the beginning.

tick tock tickety tock went the big brown bear

fuzzy spanked the clock --tick tock tickety tock

if you don't stop looking
at her
you'll turn to sand

and everyone will be sorry.

and sandy.


4:
donko sat up straight
he could feel that his shirt
was no longer yellow
a carpet ride of bicycles, kites and mad men
that's what was promised to the children one late night
that's just the fool in all of us.
talking bullshit and asking for everything
he fed his father grapes, he never thought twice
until he saw the look in his mother's eyes that october night
don't pick up the gate! it's broken.
leave it. as it should be.
too
many visitors coming by to
stare.
a hawk came through the blue moon
bloody beak, broken claws and one eye determined
to keep flying.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

thanks ralph


"Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, July 26, 2007