school

no one checks blind spots and on the expressways freshly fallen leaves hit my face like bullets reminding me to check my speed
in the canteen the short skirts move with an almost mechanical complexity
with constants known for years and years

Stroke

Accused by a violent riot
As merciless as the summer sun on the famished stray
We lost our direction in an hour
After they censored the street signs

We found the beach
Today we ski across the blanket of crude oil over the sand
And fight the bitter cold
We follow the Persian carpet in hopes to rise
But it only descends

Sun on our shoulders
Burdens in the sky
Fatwa’s aplenty
No sense in yours or mine

There isn’t even condensation
On the Bottle
But it still is very appealing

New Lows

The new lows I have reached
Drinking a bottle of wine
Without bothering to read the label

It Is March

february 2009 has passed away, and now we are in march 2009. it has been about a month since school ended and i have been having a very good time. i don't think i've partied this much alone.