Uppydate

endless
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.