4:21am. with nowhere to go but up but up but why but when the rug is up and pulled while you're standing waiting for the magic show to start there's no up there's only down low maybe not yet but when you're floating then the ground is gone the magic is done you wake up and you're [But wait, there’s more!]

He’s a Goner

I was digging through my old hard-drive and unearthed some lost song lyrics in need of a song. I wonder what the song sounded like... He's a goner. barelling by went the train on the tracks inches from my face, I just laughed nothing left to fear in this world hope the next one's still got a [But wait, there’s more!]

Poetry is…

There's as great a description of poetry as I've ever heard in Lena Dunham's movie Tiny Furniture. It goes: Poetry is a very stupid thing to be good at. Poems are basically like dreams –something that everybody likes to tell other people but nobody actually cares about when it’s not their [But wait, there’s more!]

Bioillogical Wonder

Allow me to sum up my feelings upon beholding my new born daughter, Maya Ariel, in the hospital. Bioillogical Wonder It was biological And yet, bioillogical. Enough mountain dew to fill a pool And blindness tempted three times daily Should have killed any chance I had To behold her [But wait, there’s more!]