wonder
half week

there are some things still unsolved.
little things and big things.
i hide a lot of my stuff. and a lot of myself.
my back ache. to much tension everywhere.
the air is thick.
concrete thickness. water thickness.
thickness of lonely nights.
near the sea. with the waves and the crabs at sight.
we made ourselves pearl necklaces. and we tried to kiss.
half naked and half cold
we made our way through town.
we were proud, i remember.



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listening
strangers in common

reading
e.e. cummings - 95 poems

watching
trainspotting

looking
john currin

what?
200 things
bla bla
e-mail

there
the start
the town
myspace
our beloved