...he looked over the edge...into infinity...and there in front of him was what he'd been searching for...a peanut butter sandwich...with jelly...he knew the search would continue until he found...milk.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
Conversational Smoking
Conversational smoking
Slow draws from the stick
Talking points sharpened
And served up in a riff
Smoldering oral fixations
Tenderly caress
White smoke creations
From wanton lips
Conversational smoking
A verbal intercourse
Glowing red cherries
Are evenings smoky source
Friends exhaling clouds
Of smoke and words
Through parted lips
Drift facts obscured
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