blogging standing up.

THANK YOU.



i would have this
condition

for the rest
of my
natural life


if only
the grace
would

don't go.




the english language collapses into its own inversions

un-glued only seems like un-glued until
you sniff that glue

(no, really)

unglued is perfect
because we were meant to be broken
and together at last.


we were meant to be broken
and stay broken
so don't go through the trouble
of trying to solder me
like a luminious sky-eyed shut-in!


can we stay together?
all adhesives aside, i know
so good.