keyed in: April 2006

the grouch once called himself a simple man who liked pretty things. what an admirable thing to be it seems to me. living in brooklyn. working in advertising. tons of fun with a slender frame and few cases of wit. drink up.

Saturday, April 22, 2006





the rain

Missed it.
Missy can’t stand it.
Missing the point.

It is contemplative
It is relaxing.
It is re-birth.

I like when it stays at least an entire day.
Weekends are of course better.
All Saturday being the best.

I love when people hate it.
It makes me like it more.
If it could think, it would think of me as a friend.

It will go.
And it will come.
Without it, puddles and I lack depth.


Caught it.

A look.
Caught it.

Caught it.

Caught me.

melting plains

A hitch in the lip makes one in my heart.
The accidental ones are always the best.

Love to go to everything sucks here.
I’m sure you’re not the case.

Chatting on cold patent leather.
We could warm up.