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montreal "walk" signs
are jaunty, snappy, and gay
unlike u.s.a.
like fries from a cup
six foot nine man in row ten
spills into the aisle
we're just friends he said
and then as soon as he did
he kissed me with lust
no thoughts of haiku
sit strapped into my high chair
waiting for pablum
do you leave us now?
like peter pan, you can fly
and never grow up
ebay for ouji
will i win the oldest one?
answer is unclear
many things suck, friend.
you will learn this as you age.
you will forget, too.
food and sex the same
much anyway for a few
or perhaps us all
vertigo onslaught
dizziness though i'm grounded
sea sick now on earth
i cry every day
only sometimes from sadness
mostly for beauty
two things: i'm an empath
people keep saving my ass
so, i'm exhausted
chia obama
obama shaped sex toys
bushized, either way
Love, in the real world
printed, deep in my blue heart...
Sad Flying Pastry.
delicious haikus
there is room for another
when one has moved on
everything is packed
i can't wait to leave this place
just to hate the next
the point would be moot
to say MOST journeys end with
refrigerators
solitude and wine
the cafe bellagio
not exact in grace
and today, again,
a palindrome, not to be
01/22/10
just one last sunday
to fill my head with nonsense
encapsulated
alleluia sung
k d lang leonard cohen
no one else should try