Saturday, March 22, 2008

underwhelmed by words, overwhelmed by spring

nights awake
tingling fingers
foggy headlights
running nowhere
privileged bike trails
tasteless buffets
hunting for easter
happy nightmares
shattered dollhouses
fruitless unions
stale beginnings
self-tan savior
prayers in private
organ transplants
racists tulips
chemicals forsake




1 comment:

Jen said...

whore.

(you were right. I shouldn't have looked.)