Wednesday, February 28, 2007

What took me so long

(I'm still on my way to that track meet.)

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

You I knew

An open window in the library.

That has to be the town I'm thinking of.

Graffiti with question marks...

Friday, February 23, 2007

A lasting fad

(I'd like to badger her bristles.)

The street had a bend.

I used to bike by her house,
hoping that

(They're going back to the old logo.)

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Historic playscapes

The Same Things

The Modest Profits

Moon suits--
(still suits)

(I honestly can't tell the difference.)

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The Excused

Not satisfied with satisfaction.

Wrapping things in rubber bands.

I would love to see a porno starring you two.

(Not a pickup line, exactly.)

The fun of work/
The work of fun

Don't tell me that beard isn't art!

(You're only young a bunch.)

Friday, February 16, 2007

The Punkosphere

The way she knocked the snow from her boots.

(What about it?)

Ask the ethnicist.

Enough name-taggery.

We were out-glassed.

(I have no idea how old she is.)

This air has a lot going for it.

How about a hand for the clarity of city lights in cold weather?

(Of course it's stolen.)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Half a word away-

For some reason I never go to this deli.

And I prefer small bananas.

What was that look?

And a child shall chide them.

Beware of professors who overuse "modernity."

Ah, moral ambiguity.

And the soft mint of York...

Monday, February 12, 2007

Similar incidents

She was a space heater.

The overminer.

We should all be so spry.
(Should we?)

Small Sprite--
no ice

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Befriend an institution today

The So Not Funnies

Honor bites.

I'd rather be reading the paper.

Of another time.

(Winter reminds me of summer.)

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Sacred mistrust

Those campus molecules...

A new mantra?
You don't use the one you have!

The New Old Timers
The Unrealized
The Plucks

(We thought that was hard rock.)

I feel old again!

(While dancing in your head, in a prairie.)

(My name and pseudonym are the same.)

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Out vergin'

You sure you should be squatting there?

These fools out searching for "the real."

Before it gets torn down.

What are we radiating?