cdlxxv. where is your mind in this?

if you are lucky, it is nowhere to be found. just somewhere infinite with all the bellies thrown together. one bone-cracking noise breaks clearly through and no one there to listen.

cdlxxii. you hate flickr?

then you do not understand my art.

cdlii. coming home after dark

is it any wonder that sometimes your most real, your most unpretentious, your least barrier to honesty that you put into words, the more people ignore?

cdxlviii. what is this?

must be the song bending round the corner. must be the rush towards meaning slipping through hoops. must be the positions of aloneness, arms at the side forging relations with the only body known to you.

cdlx. ???

who knew the sky was so heavy? who knew speed could catch light’s comeuppance? who knew together they would sag, ruffle, catch, and molt?

cdlvi. i like physics more than psychics

turns out the universe is an accordion. i take this as vindication of the polka. if it began with the big bang will it end with the big suck?

cdlv. nostradamus would be ashamed

why predict sexual dysfunction when there are tidal waves in the offing?

cdxliv. how do you see?

do you see only the crisp edges where black meets white, or do you see beyond the color hidden from sight?

cdxxx. by way of example

what sentences would suffice as i stare in fascination at the imprint your head leaves on a morning pillow and dust motes dance in your passing?

cdxxi. i don’t like this

do i settle for rambling about the old days, drag out photos of past lovers, list how many ways we did it to bored cat and dog?