chirp in the morning
and chirp in the evening
the dandelions are growing
underneath the snow,
but you can't see it
because they don't like an audience.

the smell of a puppy
is like wood shavings, cereal,
and syrup all rolled into one.

china cabinets shake, rattle, and roll
to the midnight train
and every night at 3:12 am
when the Express flies on by,
I get excited for thirty seconds
with hope that one out of hundreds
will fall and break.

maybe tonight is the night
that the world makes sense.

01/08/2008

Posted on 01/08/2008
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