muted

throwback political bs

the loews in
natick is
now closed
said the
white toyota tercel
heading westbound
on route 9
through its
blue and red
kennedy/johnson
bumper sticker
someone better throw
a party soon
because i'm not living
in this state
much longer
and i want
to get down.

muffins!

type stories
of wolves
and death
in three languages.
we have
only
forty-five minutes.
see you
in the
new york
basement.

not ashamed

cry me a river is great.
way better than the
shitty decemberists cd
neutral milk hotel comparisons
duped me into buying.
cry me a river indeed.

aleg

how do people who put soundtracks together get their jobs?

what about those people who pick the songs that mtv uses snippets of in their reality shows? or any channel for that matter. or commercials?

i could do that. seriously. where is my break?

nacl

quick!
grab the salt.
these wounds
won't be fresh
forever.

puddles

in a house
supposed to calm
her voice
is audible
with indecipherable words
rendering him
uncomfortably anxious
this lull
stretches
to a pillow
smudging tears
across
the stubble
of a day
the ultimate sentence
of this chapter
will pour relief
upon
uncertainty's sidewalk
another month
and he will
splash himself
soaked
in its
puddles.