cdlxxii. you hate flickr?

then you do not understand my art.

cdlxx. one picture of the two of you

so that night, you grew wistful, telling me about the man you loved, and why he could not love you back. sad world, isn’t it?

cdlxii. photograph

smile, i commanded. you obeyed, and i caught forever that moment when something on your face disguised itself so well as happiness.

cdlvii. truce

the war is scheduled for next week. it will be a short war, possibly bloodless. and on the weekend, there will be dancing and birthday parties.

cdl. i said i’ve been thinking of you

and you went really quiet as if suddenly you were thinking, too. the vessels carry something into somewhere. both ways. i seem to clearly say the feeling doesn’t mean so much.

cdxlvii. speak

i’ll give away my silences if you come: heart rolling up the hills, dropping words in the mist-filled hands of rain.

cdxlvi. on learning to laugh it off

we always speak in rhythms. yeah. we always speak in rhymes. a little game i’ll never break because you’re always on my mind. oh yeah.

cdxlv. looks like morning

our eyes stare.

cdxliv. my love

and when it gets darker, there will always be the moon: creamy like her skin, heavy like her heart, constant like our love.

cdxliii. oh kitty

i know how you don’t like to travel and the journey must have made you tired. come now, lick your coat one more time and let us make haste from this strange city of light and fantastic dream.