Average Tuesday Night

Let's grow away these bearded blues

cellphone notepad ramble

I thought I saw a man and a woman walking
(leaving the apartment)
red brick night passing bike
turns out
It's just him,
just him and his shadow.

Untitled Text Document (home)

her flesh Medallion

Like a cat on ITS side
Willing belly rub
jab to the chest, and the

using MSN as SMS.
tram, et le français que j'utilise

face pressed against
The comfort of the inanimate.
Cool Wall.

Burning garlic bread in the oven
i come back to a laptop on the table.
Another Monday Night
home

its like she painted my nose blue
and called me good.

Family