eff

crackling kernels
of popped culture seem sweet as
shopping mall make outs

sometimes you're lousy

let me remedy
this futility with a
spoonful of sugar

Riddle Me This

I am nostalgic
at present time. What the fuck
am I tomorrow?

This might sound trite, but

The way you look at
me- most euphemistically-
... is so disarming.

Empirical Measurements: the Depth of Emotion

it starts and ends with

two sand dollars
a dreamcatcher
& a useless map

one adventure
(the plan is not to have one)

two birds of a feather
(proverbial accuracy)

200 cigarettes
(200 conversations)

26 oz. of truth-telling tequila
(no lime necessary)

three hotel rooms full of laughter and love
(it's not the place that matters, see)

one week coming & going
(in-betweens matter most)

though we need not
measure, because
when you look

it's all in my eyes