Thursday, September 6, 2012

Fare thee well

A French woman orates.
A white car is followed by a blue car.
There is a piano. It plays because someone is devoted to it.
I think, creativity should become my lover and that I should leave little room for others.
I have been unkind
to myself. 
I forget about the baby too.
I leave it in the car for hours.
The raccoons need more garbage and
the moon needs a love letter.
It's a mess over here. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


They are a mess.