Showing posts from February, 2012
Abecedarian: what they’re thinking. Anthropomorphizers might imagine             an avocado feeling rotten. Bullies seeks a satisfaction             they never felt. Clients don’t know what they want,             just what they don’t like. The thoughts of our inner demons             deepen as they eat. “I know nothing.” This will-o-the-wisp             sometimes startles experts. Friends demonstrate such endurance             focusing on our sweetness. Gonzo journals thought themselves             cool, and thought themselves cool. Sometimes I think I'd be satisfied             as a hermit. The Marauding Huggers touched actual             joy in adolescence. Don’t imagine idealists’ identities             to be Faberge. Human ingenuity             fascinates junk collectors. Knowers             prefer stillness but gale winds tease tiny             hairs on the bodies of lovers. A monogamous