paper days and empty cups
You discard the page of another month. It dribbles into the wide mouth of a dustbin. Time has been fickle. Little accomplished. You throw your empty cup in there too. Paper days and empty cups are for burning. Sometimes looking to the sky is no comfort. It feels more [...]
your privacy is invading our public
Excuse me, can I have a little privacy please? No. Because you’re in p-u-b-l-i-c. That’s how the system works. As it turns out, there’s no privacy in public. In fact, your privacy is invading our public. Why don’t you go somewhere else so we can have a little public around here? – Jon Reep
last impression of america
America smells like cinnamon.
Its flags fly from front verandas.
It smells like snow
and hot chocolate
on a sidewalk
in the dark.
America smells expensive
like Clinique’s Happy.
Its Wednesday afternoons
let the sun hang low in the sky.
It smells clean
like my hair after a shower
and the touch of your sheets [...]
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