Friday, August 8, 2008

after he walks out



what's left?

two emptied shoes and


a sudden embryo.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I like to think of you as some sort of poetry werewolf. Normal guy during the day, but between the hours of 11pm and 2am, you morph into some sort of hairy, wild dog man with an affection and aptitude for the subtleties of language.

The thought of your clumsy wolf paws typing blog entries amuses me.