Where did I put that?
Somewhere near The world with a candle inside I got lost in:
Catch my tumbling thoughts and place them next to a spoon Like mother, like daughter Hunting Season Left with his secrets, his picture and silence Write it. Tear it up. Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life. a total loss of control over her life Stealing parts of my heart with your glances Hidden in a violently beautiful, whispered thought As strangers they could speak, and it lifted the rain I glimpse the elephant Fuckin' Jesus told me to betray the conspiracy I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability Why the willow weeps When I'm long dead, the bee will win Mother and I Would Like to Know Do not be surprised, I have always been your canvas, Argenis. Just another moment lost in eternity Get your mind out of the gutter Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. My hands, a backrub, a cup of tea, my shoulder, my lips, my silence The knight at the nexus of memory You know it is going to be a strange day when you wake up dead Angel of death, fallen Shut up So much nothing Tiny sections of time which curl into memories I like this. It's pretty. It's a sin this not being ready, this not being up to it The girl who climbs iron stairs to the heavens She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane. Here is Today! Here is Morning! Hello Hello Hello Here I Am! E2 Prose Writers Group Warm sun rising over a cold black ocean. You are a soft wind. Lying next to someone at night Sacred ground a long way from nowhere The Serial Killer Jailbait Airline Lotto piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning Chapstick A small space under the stairs I never learned to dance You love these machines. These machines are dead: a love story. Nathan, This Is Unacceptable Here are some true pieces for you, anonymous, handsome. Halcyon+on+on Jar Jar 3:16 Even things as amazing as stars burn out These and many other thoughts fill my mind while I lie recovering This music crept by me upon the waters We are all starstuff, billion year-old carbon; got to get ourselves back into The Garden Leaving the Warlock How soft your fields so green can whisper tales of gore Star Wars Episode 1.1: The Phantom Edit World Turtle My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon. Cafe Concerto A classic Zen tale Your Ending Here "Shut up," he explained spindly arms against a sea of light Where were you that Saturday when it rained? Elohim This is the only love Looking forward to the back of my mind Ben Harper Perfections like you I'm just so tired of waking up all alone Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted The Dangers of Dating Smokers Hello broken thing, may I sketch your smash pattern? Lifetimes are catching up with me Rhapsody in Red she does not know how much I need this answer: dropping glasses What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space? Out of Season Death of a factory It was one of the worst things I have ever done Advil The broken shadow dances on the wall We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity Things that could be the 0th dimension short story I may dream in technicolor, but I trip the fuck out in old-school black and white Over the Hills and Far Away It will be a hot day and these two ice cubes. We will melt, become one. Prophecy don't care January 19, 2002 An Elevated Train Named Desire This one is mine No one has died To fall in love we must abandon ourselves to nature A silence that escapes, how it plagues my wandering thought There are a couple of people in a cafe with only glass between them. And something important is happeningAn ocean away and here he was, seeping into her Ground zero Why I torched the crack houseDream Log: November 21, 2001 It was just a crush Close your eyes, I will help you pray Jar Jar Binks Thoughts for Oliver on His Death Stolen moments of infinite justice laughing across the arboretum Slaughterhouse FiveIt could be the last time you see me alive