to the person who left a very large curling rod and canned minced clams outside Shipwreck Beads..... Are u good?
This is not code for anything weird or creepy. I just like cheese. Why don't more people share their love of cheese? Do you ever find yourself missing cheese?
posted to the district of columbia july 15th 2010
then when i dropped my head in your hands and forgot myself
should i have given my forehead to your hips instead, jagged with relief?
in literature, that substitution, the one event tacitly replacing the illicit other, it’s called something. i am lacking a more complex vocabulary when it comes to naming metaphor.
words don’t capture your complexion,
neither the composit of your gaze,
and these, after all, lack materiality and its reciprocal assignation of longing.
so why not later, later on, far from here, out past any hint of my existence, disruption, or inconvenience ... listen in the dark alone some night to at loose ends by herbert brün, and weep.
name me this. yoko ono, thin ice
sincerely, and in answer to your question, i wrote poetry, impoverished as it was.