dance, dance, little lady,
leave tomorrow behind.
-noel coward
30 November 2008
28 November 2008
Defeat!
Tune your discord-
ant cymbals
that they
no longer shiver
the inner canals
of my (now latched) ears.
Yes. My ears locked
against your wood spoon
on a tin pan. I
called the birds
to lift my hair
& they came
(they understand
the holy
& are ready
always to help
a girl in trouble. I
am my flying body. You,
an idea.
Barren,
no less.
26 November 2008
lend an ear
thanks to stephanie, i can't stop listening to lucy michelle and the velvet lapelles. nothing like a girl and a ukulele...
23 November 2008
your fortune as told by the stars
Today's Times reports a surge in fretful visitors to fortune tellers since the Dow bust.
Perhaps it's time to twist my locks up in a scarf, rouge my lips, & dangle hoops from my ears...
You are fearless & courageous.
You are continually borrowing trouble.
You are kind & generous.
You are cunning & tricky.
Your happiness & prosperity depends solely upon yourself.
21 November 2008
John Waddell. He's still dead.
After riding the tumultuous waves of Wall St again this week, I poked around graveyard at Trinity Church for a little perspective.
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