Thursday, August 11, 2011


it started somewhere
near the corner of a fuck up
and a safe place to hide it.

i'd run out of zig-zags
and made a b-line... was certainly ironic,
if not simply coincidental.

"confidential" was not too much to ask,
-however unexpected-
it should be known
that the cost of food
compared to time,
is like a ride
compared to a ride home-
and lest we forget

the place i laid my hands
compared to the last place
i laid my head.