The Little Words Mean the Most

the steady rhythm of country songs

 

 

we are clashing

we ARE suspicious

she is sober

I am not

 

we are feathers

we are lead weights

she IS sober

I am not

 

we are sayings

we ARE the truth

she is sober

I am not

 

we are empty

not quite full YET

she is sober

I am dull

I wish there was NO

soft velvet dock to

drive off

 

like before

 

 

 

 

How much trash?

 

How much trash can

a human trash if

a human could trash trash?

 

Greed is not recyclable

 

no matter what trickle-downers

(wipe that up!) pretend

 

 

 

 

 

Blakely's party reasonably asks, "If you don't have personality, are you a person?"

 

U hate sleep

 

says

 

 

so, i only have one baseless complaint: my fault entirely

Toronto, our home away from home this week

 

Agents of Good party, Toronto AFP Congress

 

Celebrity-signed oyster shells, fit-for-royalty snacks, Tara and John Lepp

 

 

The Davenports bought us some new glasses

 

 

 

happy holidaze

Taking the light rail to MSP: Good ad copywriting for a peculiarly American problem, food trucks in the terminal, a jet in every restroom sink

 

 

 

On the road: the glamour and the reality

 

 

Live from the Marriott at Mall of America: Trying to steam out the wrinkles from my "NO-iron" shirts