the great pumpkin

there was frost in the low spots this morning
so keep 'er between the ditches

sitting on the front porch of my house last night
the cap'n asked me, "where is the center of the town of Mayflower?"
i told him, "you're sitting in it."

then we walked to the post office sans lighter



suds and smoke

i like to think that suds and smokes make my life better
that those things make a decent substitute or replacement
for love and creativity...

i'm at a time in my life where i can't really express
to anyone, including myself, how i really feel.

i can't finish thoughts