Wednesday, September 21, 2005

1730

It is a humid muni purse.

It waves the same Dave
A free par cassette
Wouldn't undo for loose boom footage.

Questions come back from the investigator.

I could go for some compassion
And crushed ice,

And lo, the documentarians are partying,
Dancing on the sofas even.

Drop those allegations of dourness,
It's open heart time.

I'm not waiting, I'm living.