whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
Monday, January 18, 2010
no more words, strung together, cheap beads on a choke chain of desperation.
no more words, clanging in an empty dumpster brain, ricocheting refuse.
no more words, forest fire plumes of smoking obfuscation.