confessions

"We are His meaning,"
His only Son reads to us,
"And He is our truth."

mine

olin purjeve-
ne kilpailuussa eilen
today I am not.

passive aggressive

is always the same.
wonders: did you have braces?
tiptoeing again...

anonymity is the new weapon

the truth

[random person's name]
you are so unbearably
pretentious, fuck you.

lol

sex in the spare room
the one your grandma sleeps in
i laughed, undressing

#243

i have the crankies
reading hurts my neck but i
love it nevertheless

is this art?

headless bird dangles
by a string from a tree branch
gloomy ornament

rainwater

I've never smelled you
...god! I've never tasted you...
yet you linger on

#194

the stretch of a cat's
leg, extended far enough
into space, asleep.

#193

Ice-storm aftermath
trees made of glass--shattering
crystal in sunlight

#192

I am sitting here
Reading all this po-e-try
and wondering why