Monday, January 26, 2009

my daughter will be named Sylvio : and ribbons will rain down upon Her

Always to loiter menacingly
On the precipice of some
Small gesture that will
“set it to happening”
I am rabid with what remains

Indistinct in sunlight
The night is my highlight
Elixir of yeast
I bud cigarette garnishes
Going well with everything

Swedish Crime writer
This is my position
And I am functional relationships
VS. romantic idealisms
The wannabe skeleton key