Month: February 2009

// sometimes, when i’m washing dishes, i compose poems in the soap suds. then i pull the plug & watch them disappear down the drain.

// the house is quiet. only the sound of johnny cash playing on the stereo. must be time to wash dishes & clean the kitchen.

// somehow i felt a bit lost in the music section of beast buys. i mean, like most the record stores i used to haunt are gone.

// i hear a phone ringing. one of those old phones from a black & white film. i wanna answer it & say, in a smokey tom waits voice, ‘hullo.’

i just reblogged! twice! it’s only tuesday!

i thought i could go a whole week without reblogging. i. am. so. weak.

// don’t try to make sense of it, just get behind it and push it over. (one-line haiku)

// the river’s long term goal is to get up early and bleed into dirt. (one-line haiku)

// she puts her lipstick on with a sharpie marker and then calls it quits. (one-line haiku)

// tryin to write a ‘status’ haiku durin lunch line breaks don’t work well (one-line haiku)

// make the phone ring with some rain.

Is it time to dump hard cover books?

(via silliman) link

// fell asleep reading the aeneid… woke up to a little kidlinger voice saying, ‘i have to go poop.’

// she’s singing along to joan osborne…