April Showers

down on you and you fear it may dissolve your brain just when    you    need    you    it    the    most so      you     run     away       from      the   d           r               o             p            s like a madman thro- wing bits and p   i  e   c   e   s             of your thoughts all around. Trying to remember what it was […]

The Greatest Hits of a Shooting Star

I remember the oddest things. Like the box of knick-knacks in our attic of private jokes Your pseudo lactose intolerance that extended only to cheese   Your choking on your first cigarette The intersection of our arguments about gods and nature, your chameleon world-view positions performed for the audience Your mascara painted lashes, reciting Anthony and […]