Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Bits from my Journal...

  • It (curling) is far more physical than one might imagine.
  • If boiled with water / The broth ascribes / to thinly veiled life / The taste of which fall flat
  • The presence of that hauntingly empty feeling with the close of baseball season, is setting in.
  • It is pretty much an established fact that I was small at birth... and that at some point when she (mom) was holding me I slid into the pocket of her robe.
  • ...A bronze vagina / commemorating all that is, / but purely ornamental
  • Like concrete in a sinus passage / my head is filled with reflective guilt
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