all we ever wanted from the moment we were born was love. |
amnesia memory. |
cecilia asked me, where do you see yourself in ten years. a lead question. i think i said nowhere. i knew it was ending. and here i am. |
change me |
water walk |
i was thinking about torture out of the blue. |
photographs are artifacts of death trying to speak something beyond words to the living. ffff. |
i'm always coming back to you. |
it's been more than ten years and still i can't answer that question. where will i be. |
love swims away |
love swims |
one time in the record store a girl came back to apologize to me. i felt anonymous. |
so each morning i turn on whpk's silence, i think i'm listening to death on the air. |
there are many things we prefer not to think about more than we think of |
maybe there may be one shame so central it's almost a point of pride. |
vigil. |
we swim to nowhere, |
we don't really think about survival. we think about the quality of life. american life. |
what i got is not a lot of everything |
what in hell goes on at community radio whpk in the early a.m? silence equals death radio. |
lonely animal. |
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