Thursday, April 8, 2010

tapes tapes tapes!

Audio recording devices are making themselves apparent in every corner of my playground, sandbox life in a plastic bucket. For that boy I walked the plank away from safety in old tricks and laid it

all out on the table instead but I already knew he would not like to watch

what is the most important thing? thousands of precriptions seemed like a good idea, throw in the towel

his clothes looked like a projection of the fantasy I didn't recognize
this early spring metamorphosis
do you like it for a reason other than the one you read on a blog, where is arthur lee where are the cowboy killers
their fat elementary school future is not the same genetic material as the
way my bones are trained