december 20

P l e a s e D o n t E a t M y S e n t e n c e s

LIKE W THESE BOOKS—WHICH R A HELL 2 ME

I remember the days but what else is there. Maybe nothing and maybe that's the point. But I strive to find in my lack of creativity some sort of meaning. Alas it seems hopeless.

In memory of Freddy the gambling barber of basketball

So feeling all alone I on the blues I on the ocean waterfront lady on the screen of the strange

camera taking a picture of me but not a picture of me something we can't see something in the

horizon in the distance a landmark a memory

creating wanting wishing the blue behind her a

scape escape escapism left of center with the mansion on the water

and the people insidebuilding their way to

a new oblivion