disappointment reigns

"with rocks in my dress/and smoke in my hair/I walked into a lake/to get some sleep down in there." -Sparklehorse, because, readers, water is honest.

'This Train Don't Stop There Anymore' by Elton John, because i'd like to think i'm getting to the point where i know better and can not only say "No" with conviction, but say it with a kick in the groin, too.

no movie to reference today.  am not feelin' it.

i'll just leave you with this, if you don't mind too much.

a heavy mother's armpits that

smell of chive flowers;

she speaks what sounds like a 

positive blip or, the opposite of motherhood.

a name overheard that 

recalls water.  all the stories it could tell or,

the opposite of the world.

something sparkling, a sugar cube

dissolving secrets on two tongues,

rowing to the middle of a lake

to douse the magnificence or, the opposite

of baptism.

presents of skin, warm like the sidewalk

holding up the head of one who decides

that memories are too much responsibility.

thanks for reading. fin.