Thursday, June 16, 2011


when we were young today could not have existed.


we land where we fall.
sometimes too far; but most often, too close.

so try again.


if you don't repeat your mistakes often enough they're forgotten;
and you're left with all the right answers, and what will you do then?,
when you've used up all your nighttime?


the roof of my house yawns


the things that need to be said
are lost. get lost.
so. silence then,


Capone: said...

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Anonymous said...

I think this is my favourite so far...

K. said...

wow, that was beautiful.

Anonymous said...

This is possibly my favourite thing you've made so far.

Words of my youth.