Friday, March 12, 2010

Improvise

There will be

A pink scar

on my

index finger

from a cut

I got a few

weeks back

when I tried

to open your

beer bottle

with a kitchen

sink-stopper

in a hotel.

The deep cut

was a flesh trench

you filled with

lime juice

when you pierced

and drained

the fruit with a

small red

coffee straw.

I have many scars

but this one

will be my favorite.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010




Can't help but to sing,

"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door and kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
And it really doesn't matter
if I'm wrong
I'm right
where I belong
I'm right
where I belong."


Oh New Orleans. Take me back and let me help you!
NOLA Relief Trip. 01/2010