May 21, 2011


I spent this year's apocalypse doing my laundry and feeling sorry for you since you've met me. By tonight there will be drinking in crowded places again. Our taste for crude sign language hand gestures will continue with eyes shut.
Blind and signing, the crowd is too noisy and I'm speechless.


Anonymous said...

Sometimes, it's so loud in hollowed heads - there's nothing to say but to listen to that unbareable buzz of nothing.

Anonymous said...

I guess I've been feeling sorry for myself since I've met you. Where did you go? In my mind, you walk by all the time.

Anonymous said...

and I love you. dream of you. walking on my grave. singing to me, please bring me your acoustic guitar and sing me a little one, little one.