13.50
atlantic city,
late night on a saturday;
first time on the slots.
moleskine
lost my poem book,
name and address penned inside;
lost, half-baked haiku.
extraordinarily good
having not attained
quite the lofty state she has,
we are not the same.
cyclist
the rapid ticking
of a coasting mountain bike
blends with the crickets.
rationale
on your side I’d be
if only the reasons why
still made sense to me.
natural cool
war solves everything
thank you israel;
we love your idea of
measured responses.
favorite updike metaphor
from between the two
smoothest scoops of vanilla
[he] had ever known
down with drm
celebrate yahoo
for speaking the truth about
drm’d content.
13
why do you obsess
over magazine pictures?
you’re worth more than this.
wildfire
blazing hazel eyes,
burning like country hillsides
bathing in wildfire.

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