finished up 7 point sparrow with
writing some letters on a letter writing account because letters are out of context, yknow.
i might fly this year. i might die, too.
or maybe i'll just...
live or something boring like that.


lies love newspaperif i was a poet i would cut a newspaper into thousands of misplaced words and find them a new home in the shadows of wings, in the magic of seven sparrows lined up and shot through with sideways metaphors.lies love newspaper
i am sideways, pushing through digital medium to punch your cerebellum, punch holes in your atmosphere because i am the new Sensation, a global confrontation, and if i was a poet i would write like a dictator cutting your free will free with the scalpel of my pen and implanting newspaper wings that catch the wind, sing the earth.
twist this, or i might be


talking loud makes me a manwatching water still, with washed-upandaway fingertips. this means nothing. rippling out from slippery glances, my reflection is a sailboat sailing wildly with no direction, compass-ward if anything. i identify strongly with the pin in the middle of a compass that holds the needle steady, pointing through the earth. maybe it means something,talking loud makes me a man
or i could be drunk or i could be high or i could be dead or alive or mad insane deranged misled awry a MAN a TALL MAN with fragile shoes and a fragile heart but hard large hands calloused in time and mistakes
or maybe i'm just &nbs


tuesday burned me,set fire to the sleeves of my vest. i was triple yesterday, now i'm ten-fold wrapped like Christmas in a manger.tuesday burned me,
if a star pointed me out, would you maybe let me hold your hand? fill my taste buds with the scent of your perfume?
if i was a star, shooting westward would you follow? become a California girl and shine? sprout wings like insanity and find me three degrees southeast of Orion. we'll talk about yesterday and how the world below looks so perfect.
by `jasinski
I miss you.
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You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
Best wishes for '09 x
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