Sunday, September 9, 2012


I have been lugging around these developing snails
for months now

and he's got some body language problems
of his own

(I can only digest so much unedited babble
about expansive horizons and
dewy dawns)

the flies die all day
it takes at least one whole day
for them to die
for their legs outlive their wings
their eggs born are still and over

(I've got dreams to remember)