Friday, September 30, 2005

To be

Lost to the ages--
Not so bad

Thursday, September 29, 2005

I'm a dash man

I'm a dash, man.
I mad ash, man.
I mad! ash=man
-Ima Dashman

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Short poems

I could sit
Eating this taco forever
With the breeze and scene

I'm no foot fetishist
But I sure would
Suck that toe ring off

The Israeli girl
Sanctifying her tank top
Serves falafel

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

A poster of this?

Intellectual girls worrying about their butts.

Monday, September 26, 2005


If you don't get at least a little nauseous, you didn't do it right.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Open letter to the Gap

You're not selling boxer-briefs with interesting patterns anymore. Don't think I haven't noticed.

Thursday, September 22, 2005


I'm thinking of a number between one and two.

I'm thinking of a concept between beautiful and irresistible.

I'm thinking of a fruit between raspberries and figs.

Friday, September 16, 2005

He of the lascivious hugs

Are we right to demand grins and good moods from salespeople and librarians?

Jamba Juice has become shorthand for something.

I rarely have the energy to order customized sandwiches.

Rocket tits
(Going to be a long, long time)

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Thumb nail

That one about the hotel bar.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

More mandolin

I like doing push-ups in hotel rooms.

I like soft guitars building to something.

(For a song not to work in a movie...)

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


Driving to Madison, stopping in Whitewater.

I have my towns, you have yours, plus we can share.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Have to admit

A cross up high against a grey sky looks pretty great.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Everybody's an expert now

Folks grabbing their crotches and saying, "Google this."

Monday, September 05, 2005

Could power a what

The cumulative grace and beauty of all waitresses

Sunday, September 04, 2005

I'm not going to argue

What you see when you look at yourself in an antique mirror.

I'm not going to argue

What you see when you look at yourself in an antique mirror.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Through the scratchitti

Let's just go with the idea of heaven as a lounge in the clouds.