Neither are you

As bleepy as it gets.

Motto: Don't Stomp On Me!

Clacking dominoes around the table...

(I'd like to Dodi her Fayed.)

(You pick up on that stuff early.)

But what would they sell?

Business: Snatchy McVadge's Ginchatorium

Navy Rock

Tote-baggery

What's she doing in the street?

(I'd like to Amos her Oz.)

Runs vs. Points

Melt in twos

See through shirts

(We would sit and meditate on desire.) 

The ring tones of our ancestors

Did I agree to that?

Being and somethingness.

Pringles on the beach...

The Concerned Looks

I have deep respect for that kid in the sweatshirt eating Munchos.

Come out with your buns glazing!

Sucked through straws

Irritable vowel syndrome.

The wrong, silent type.

Where did you get those stupid T-shirts?

I like the way they're weighted.

I'll buzz you in

Dream liver

School chairs

Kayak carrier, but no kayak.

To the girl in the NYPL reading Diasporic Meditations-


(That can't be her real name...)

The Neithers

Plummy Depths

Terrycloth Fantasia

The Stained Glass Cats

Skies alive!

(I'm more excited about America's next bottom model.)

Computer Alert

I'd like to labor under her delusions.

How green was my lantern?
Seriously--how green?

An old-fashioned right-of-way argument.


Your type-

In concert

The You Could Do Thats

Who can run in this haze?

Fence rental.

Helicopter sound effects.

The religion with the footrests...

(It was a simple morning, but I treasure it.)

Regional champions

Breeze boys

Prescision for nothing

Math rock grrl band:
The Tragic Figures


(Good name for a cat)

That same amazingness

They'll squirt it with whatever flavor you want.

Turn the game on.

Land of the free refill.

The nipple effect.

I've managed to skirt that as well.

People don't act like they do in paintings.

(They must have figured I was insane.)

Cop belt for sale

Band: The Good Things Going

I'd like to Mos Eisley her Spaceport.

(Tennis balls against a wall.)

Aced it

High-waisted

High, wasted...

Hy weighs Ted.

Hi, wasted!

Highways, Ted,
highways.


(Looking good this year.)

(The optimistic, rubbery smell of the bike shop.)