Sonnets

Moriapo

like a murder suicide yesterday’s tiffs became today’s shower of glacial regret hit on the head by super large moriapo*† left winded bruised & read-dead on our set-list stories of lost orders events tragedies that come in threes like the drinks the straws (deadly for dolphins the lipstick trace...
4 May, 2006
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Da!

the hotel bedsprings creak with her free rhythm haiku – it is morning it is night this weekend in sofia thousands of people are making love wearing out the beds the floors the sheets the sounds of lovers penetrate thick walls like doof doof or the ocean though not...
3 Aug, 2005
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