sometimes i know people that are too cool for comfort

haaa and the DOWNHILL sllopeeee begins
and if you'd show me a way to the exit
then GOD i would appreciate that i'll be
there, but i'll be late, and if you could
please excuse the cover, i believe i am
far too cool to bother. and if you could
please excuse the SARcasm i'll be on my way
and just don't even bother, i'm not even
TRYING here. you know of course, it's not all
about FORM AND SPACE, but that's only MOST
of it sometimes, its ORIGINALITY THAT MATTERS
and you know its not even ABOUT THAT.
be right back, i just got a text.

oh, X is for Chi

The buzz on the TV is growing
(drilling)
and the lights in the room are dimming
(dying)
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
I need home,
merry Christ's Mass

Betrayed again by seasons.
Silken streams of silver float
knowingly across cool dreams
of amber. Again.
It's so cold.
(The desert yawns, opens wide
its fallow plains, consumes me.)
Crow caws.
It's so cold.

Two Sided Printing - Flip On Short Edge

I learned about "Flip on Short Edge" last night. After walking 20 minutes in -1 degree weather, I made it to the printing lab to print out my chapbook. I did so, and trudged back through a Pittsburgh December to my house. I sat down to staple together the packet only to find that when you print 2 sided, the default sets the back sides of the pages to be UPSIDE DOWN in reference to the front side. Apparently its good for CHARTS. Well NOT FOR CHAPBOOKS. I guess "Flip on Short Edge" is the setting I needed. Its so cold. So horribly cold. I was trying to be prepared. Now I have to go print it and put it together using the Just In Time technique.

Help.

Help. I'm drowning. And I can't get up.

it's snowing

They say that when a crow
flies alone, it is carrying
a soul of the deceased
to the afterlife.

I saw one the other day,
and I think I saw you too.

In Moonlight

We danced our last dance
under the moonlight while
seafoam caressed our feet.
Gliding majestically across
sand and stone, slowly making
our way west, where the sun had set.

I kissed your forehead,
you held me close, then releasing
your hand, I watched you spin and
twirl and dance your way into the
ocean, as the tide washed away
the steps we had made.

We're married amber

I know you will think this post is about you.
It is not.

i i i i i i i

I wish you would tell me more.