He let the book fall quiet at the side of they're bed.
He had been reading "The Beat Hotel", which was set in Paris.
It was good reading after a two week drinking binge,
although his back ached when reading in bed.
He rolled toward the crimson hair of his lover.
She lay with her back to him in a delicate sleep.
He was glad she had returned,
he knew how good she was for him.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
In The Shadows

My friend lost
a Tiny bit of himself
they stole it away and hid it beneath
a rubber tomahawk.
He got drunk and walked into
the wind the wrong way.
Haven't seen him the same
in a while.
We used to drink in the shade
wearing long pants in the summer.
That was the last I saw of him,
what a shame,
it's good to drink in the shade.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Tired
Monday, August 2, 2010
The West Koot's
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