when i was young just yesterday
as a kid i valued my bag of cats eye marbles more than anything. when i grew up i valued paper with paintings of queens and kings and revolutionaries on it. today i would give a bag of gold for my cats eye marbles that are long gone. my view of the past is much clearer today than it was when i lived it.
exploding the sun
with my thumb
i dont know why you were diverted
stevie winwood is singing. someone says on facebook that i think i am superior to them. no i say. i ‘think’ you are an asshole.
in the origami goose
too many tries at perfection
the look of impropriety
appearances are never deceiving. believe your eyes.
i wear it
with a certain pride
the mustard stain