Saturday, June 28, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
The moon is fuzzy on the curve,
Holes speckled through
I wonder if you're looking at it
200 miles away,
Drinking FranZia from a beer mug
Lighting pall malls like me.
I wonder if you remember the weathered bronze ashtray,
The fading red paint outside my old place.
I wonder if maybe I imagined you
Like the moon imagines an edge,
I wrote that.