Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I received my first letter today...

My name looks strange above your address.
It's not quite at home yet.


There was also a letter for you.
It's like we live together but never meet.

Everyday Electronics.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

You Speak Of Your Writer

of having abandoned him at the party
of how he is a drunk and of how his new band
                                                              makes bad music
you are a pleasure to talk to
from one end of the bed to the other


                                  - Hugh Tolhurst

days

there are no old days
no good old days
no, they were the days’ days


these are the days
and more days
and all days.


                     - Shelton Lea

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Daisy Chain.

It was an early late morning.
I hadn't read the time, 
But there was a feeling I was meant to be somewhere.
It ticked away.


How can you hold down time
When a breath of whimsy slips through
The false allure of a mid-winter sun?
Too perfect to know.


The Earl Grey and I lay outside
And played conversations
No one else could hear.
I wrote notes to you on the side.


It was then, or perhaps it was before, 
That I remembered the daisy chain, 
And I thought about making one for you, 
But I wrote this instead.