by a very good friend
endless, thick cable wires,
tiny shadow-birds discreet on telephone poles,
all murmuring the car's passing window sound.
I'm on an empty four-way street,
in a thoughtless heaven
across a sky so wide I could be anywhere,
but it's an unmarked grave
in marked territory-
i won't think about it that way now,
not when there are so many clouds
that can push forward
when they weigh nothing
Sasha Says:
and for the record,
I've been entirely too lazy with this junk. Completely. There's no excuse for not keeping up with a self-made commitment like this zine except for laziness. Someone please help me hold myself responsible, because I need someone to grab me by my virtual lapels and shake some sense into me. Danke and good night.
and one last thing,
Let me be your derivative so that I can lie tangent to your curves, baby.
and for the record,
I've been entirely too lazy with this junk. Completely. There's no excuse for not keeping up with a self-made commitment like this zine except for laziness. Someone please help me hold myself responsible, because I need someone to grab me by my virtual lapels and shake some sense into me. Danke and good night.
and one last thing,
Let me be your derivative so that I can lie tangent to your curves, baby.