Monday, September 17, 2007



It ripens it wears down

The girl is afraid of

The power of the magic stuff

Pavement is breaking my bones

A star glued to the limerent

She smokes there in silence


I lose you I track you down

This morning I escaped

With Ulysses’ cadaver

Tied to my ankles

Like a dozen furious birds

I remain within the wall


The maze of our dreams grows

A sea-eyed God roams over my skin

With his golden street beasts

We grow up unamazed

But always underlined in blue

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Sometimes a Cigar is Just a Cigar