Quantifiable Chocolate

Milk chocolate sentiments are scaring me
into myself to see the chords which hold
onto memories of worn-out insults.

Newly repeating old conversations,
and wondering how two roads converege
in the wood's opening.

Like railroad tracks, dry trails appear
to run parallel and meet in the middle
somewhere near the end of sight.

But we both know this story isn't like that.
The urban moutain man and the coastal plain flower child
sit in seperate cages, only caressing through the glass.

You say my hair has gotten better,
my stomach firmer; but your way of seeing has just aged
a decade or so of neglect can do that.

I'm am resisting temptation to count the notes;
to slide them on the machine and have it quantify
how much this intoxication is providing.

They've Done it. It's here... And I'm in product love!

I love Method Home products. I've been a method fanatic ever since I first stumbled across it in Ralph's... Their products smell great, work fabulously and look cool enough to leave laying around...

And now they've made my dreams come true with the omop. It's basically a swiffer... But it's got an ergonomic design and the sweeping pads are made of 100% corn fiber and are fully compostable, and the mop pads can be washed and re-used up to fifty times.

I love these guys. I'd want one- if i didn't live in a fully carpeted home... I think I might buy one as a gift for my friend who's hardwood floors scare my bare feet!

Bless you, Method!

A Strong Preferance for Winter Constellations

Recently born babies see with their noses;
mothers pharemones wafting in making chemical concoctions
in the brain.

A long long time ago, I'd never be able to remember
the first time I saw those shiny dots in the sky.

the feeling, when divinity hits the skull...

That's why I sent the package,
my new volume of endless lethargy
affectionately titled "This Side Up."