Slipping on her pinafore
she looked out the window...

You mouthed oaths
more than you spoke...

Dont mince words
dont glove-handle me...

Fire your boss
dump the bourse...

Not quite a story
for a story has an ending...

Heard myself
laugh today...

March-july 2007...

Don't look at me like this
with barely disguised...

On a clear day
take waikiki...

On a starry night
over a crackling campfire...

Pained longing
behind glazed eyes...

On the strength of a dejavu
I tossed discretion...