Friday, February 29, 2008

the social history of neverland.

i'm giving away trash as fond and favorite presents. too bad none of it is treasure except for the packing it all came in.

i know you get the point, but i'm just sharpening it a little. i always catch my fingers in the process. i still have nowhere to go but i can't stand the journey. i don't want the world to be mine, just a few latitudes and longitudes and everything in-between that i can hold close and keep safe.

i love you but the bottom line is that we're all selfish.

Monday, February 18, 2008

as if by magic.

everything tied up with strings in my hands.
bring it on quicker; this is an ephemeral stance.

it's easy waving wands and to honey on the words. conjure up a miracle, a flock of sunlit birds.


but to expect a real cure would be quite absurd.


i'm one-fourth farfetching idealism and three-fourths of lowdown overdramatics. see you on the slipslide ride.