"we live in this tiny world where our lives push at the boundaries, bloating it’s stomach with fattening joy. we swirl round’ and round’ and round’ clogging the black hole drain with bubble baths and candle wax. white wine and pancakes make for a poets brew; broiling over with tangerine steam that burns away the bitter and mundane- revealing a sweet, soft layer of comfort beneath the hair clippings and bull rings."

januaryfourteenth, 2012