posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.