dear dave
still so much unresolved, but oh well. Happy to see Friday, and all that it promises. A nap, and probably the gym. Then logan Tavern w/cliff.
Ready for new challenges-but the hangover continues. Oh well, I will endure. New printing class starts feb 2.

your pony eats hay

signs of a struggle are all around
you just dont see
things for what they are.
Things hurt-
but we move on
like a fucking train
200 miles an hour
hurtling into the dark
warm
soft
air

sinner

willow wiss
pass the pist
in marks mate
gym down grate

sins n tints
go give
dens dint

returns la lamp
jenn tips dem tape

anchor

mark
I wish your paper was thinner. that you didn't know the reason for it. shane always said hi. you would know that if you didn't scream so much. all that bullshit about noodles, and resin. what the fuck? who needs that stuff anymore. john has changed, I wish you would too. you could dream. about the wild turkeys. and the snow. the big piano. and our kiss, against the radiator, with your toothbrush in your hand. kiss again like that, and everybody will know. they will know. that-you-are.