old lines.

The problem with this blog creator (i guess is the term) is it doesn't allot for intricate line breaks. I wanna post my poems, n' stuff, but i think it's going to require me to learn some html code.

C'est la vie.

A friend of mine reminded me of two lines i wrote while we studied in France. They struck him, apparently, enough that 3 years later he's quoting them.

"I take a moment, to take a moment"

"The only thing keeping you here is gravity"

i'm a sucker for mantra-esque things.

new poem time. it's not finished, what is ever finished, really? enjoy. let me know what you think.

Half a heart and all warm weather clothes.

city-winter //
        // bandeau baby; you’ve got beach on the brain.

Plow’d, I will count pennies and miles for cheap air fare.

Coconut bra’d,
‘Ooo Wee!’ we smell just like the natives.


      naked zephyr wafting chimes and meat smells.

         (cooked things underground, moled, Maori-minded)

Concerned with taciturn turns
and mildly open roads

                        this place never gets paved.

Margarita melee:
    sea salt rimming the edge, kamikaze commanders. brimming carelessness like fruit flies. on coast lines. where the coconuts bury. head-first. in ocean-made fine-grained dunes.

             Scenic severance between
             light and lampshade
             sea and strand.