stating the obvious.

this breath of fresh air
slides in from monumental greens
into an open window
where waves of sunset
cover dampened sheets

and
safely where it feels best
taste nestles the
buzz-lines,
refining
the age of exhilaration

remarkable apparatus.

funny, the things you turn to

sorts of the 'f' class
hours of research
what can i do
what can i pick up
where's my impulse button

overlooking
endings
mapping
mountains
cat scratch by cat scratch

dig into that cookie jar
magazine fingers
grip onto that suitcase
bitter-sweet face
you've got eyes that tell ya
gunshot lips
don't hide

idea.

one day, i'm going to open up a restaurant that serves grilled cheese
-with a side of DILL relish.

yes, and we'll call it the 'celebratory meal'.

because that's what I just ate.

itchy feet.

everything is bunnies, wish-fluffs, fireflies and heat birds.

while my mind-sponge soaks up the 'prov, i almost always make sure to take some time out.

a stroll in the park, a skype date, or perhaps an additional scene to my one-woman show... times like these make me miss my nine walls.

in a mere blink, you'll catch me Toronto, won't you?

Uncle Fun, Chicago.

Sure enough, this happened.

A big thanks to the gang at Uncle Fun for letting me clown around.