Sunday, February 14, 2010

.snow.snow.snow.

yesterday.
i walked atop the tips of trees
beneath a blue celadon sky
left of a rutile peach horizon line
'twas a lovely scene
indeed.

oh. snow.snow.
you are pretty and ladida.
i wait patiently for you to leave.
four days.
no heat.
no electric.
i am far beyond my deadlines.

buses cannot fit in the philly streets.
my death will be of suffocation from silicosis.
not from a silly slip on a bike seat.

snow. you can not read.
snow. you are just cold h(2)o.

The Coho Crew had to cancel the bake sale account of the snow and la.di.da.
One of our members sold our cards at an art opening diddie last night. so. hopefully that went well.


.LA.DI.DA.




Love.
Hm.Hum.A.Humma.

Love.
Love is..Lust.
Love is Llust.
With a Blanket of Respect..
Basket of Patience..
Bottle of Time..

Find a shaded spot..
Fill your cups..

(Twice)

1 comment:

k.houser said...

slips on bike seats can be deadly...not to mention detrimental to future family plans.

<3