untitled scrawl: again june '97

Remember when they'd
wait for us.
Remember when their attempts
at sincerity were nothing compared
to how much we wanted them.

The Ballad of Peg and Gary: june '97

I shall call this
de Ballad o Peg and Gary
who is inter-
resting?
Who is comedic
- Not us, we just
talk of the times
our actions reflected
our thoughts
and we were family.

Like water
air words wear rock.
They cling
Ding
-A-
Ling
That's why we scramble
for the first word.

untitled scrawl: june '97

I can see.
My joshspace is no longer
exclusionary.
I can see
the chunks of your pulmination
squeeze through your teeth.
I can see 5-light deltas
pointing straight into my
balloon ration.

Icey one-thing no-rub
glassy depth
The deeper I see
the more i burn on a
surface tension skid.

June 2: like the title says, '97

Another sweet small liberation.
It took me almost 9 months to understand someone
else's self-hate.
darling I've never laughed
at myself
for so long.

It takes tiny silver bullets
awhile
too move through
infinite space.