Thursday, September 16th 2010
my legs still itch;
as if i were still standing
between stinging nettles
Wednesday, September 15th 2010
my feet are
a symphony of
different colored mud
Monday, September 13th 2010
der wind
bläst mich
fast vom rad
turning right and
surviving starts with
the same manoeuver
du redest pausenlos
aber was du sagst
ist falsch
a little less spontaneity
and she would outcompete
sessile lifeforms
Wednesday, September 8th 2010
my thoughts wander between
heating up the furnace
and going back to denver
don't pass under me
i'm practicing
a levitation act
Tuesday, September 7th 2010
und von oben
kamen
weberknechte
Sunday, September 5th 2010
some of them look
like they should
sit on their faces