Wednesday, July 13th 2005
the thought of quesadillas
and jones soda ain't
that bad a thought
it looks like rain
it smells like rain
it must be summer
Saturday, July 9th 2005
when passing them
those boats seem like
snails going upriver
the days where the sun
tickeled me awake are long gone
and almost forgotten
Friday, July 8th 2005
at least
it ain't snowing
yet
Wednesday, July 6th 2005
i dreamt of
a small pile of shit
on a tray