refine the limit
through lines of imagining
across anywhere
we are just this
adjusted angle of sight
wandering flight paths
with ink fingertips
down margins across pages
I will follow you
Categories: not-so-secret notes, poeticisms
I don’t know where you’ve gone and I miss you. Please come home soon.
Kisses,
Jess
Categories: not-so-secret notes
who had nothing less than words
scribbled in the margins
to tempt me across borders
and other arbitrary lines
I never knew her real name
so I scratched the name she gave
inside the body of my guitar
so she could sound out secrets
as my fingers plucked the strings
Categories: inklings, not-so-secret notes
I saw you in the big mall wearing some gawdawful concoction of the fashion industry. Your look of careful disdain or displeasure was intriguing. I think perhaps we should sit down and talk about the exact placement of those three strands of hair. Call me. Or whatever.
Categories: not-so-secret notes, notions and sundries
Dear Plagiarizing Asshole,
Seriously, what the hell? I know it was a pretty long shot that I would find you, but thanks to Copyscape, I did. I know I’m a pretty good writer, and you did select some of my finer moments, but I’m at a loss. If you are, as you claim to be, a [...]
Categories: not-so-secret notes, out of joint
