Archives for the month of: March, 2010

old and wirey

The push is stronger
than my weakest memory.
You will get your way.
Though I will have to die.
Put my ashes in
an envelope postmarked
for the life you designed me.
Fold me up and seal
me in.
I have no form, no magnetic north, no sense of who I am.



Dear Daylight Savings Time:

Wrong weekend! I want my hour back.  Come again in a couple weeks.



in the fog

the price of admission
in love

the sins of all the ones who went before