lonely night take 2

Mr. Kaos is out of town.In theory... IF... everything continues according the the increasingly messed up schedule he will be home tonight. Well no, tomorrow morning. Early. ...IF the people he is meeting are able to keep the schedule they rearranged. after he flew there. across the country. for 1 brief meeting. rude.(I secretly imagine … Continue reading lonely night take 2

poetry sunday

October 8, 1997and drowsywishing for thathalf sleepI wait for what will cometo take me homeor take me awayas I knowthe two hoursI slumbered last nightin someone else's armswere not enoughand can never replacethe hours I could have spentwrapped in my sheetslike mythology in my own worldnever knowing who I amor caringbecause there I can fly

black books…

I have this black book... no no no, not a little black book, not a little black book full of booty calls and conquests, if one of those ever existed it would be long gone by now. I have this black book. It's big and covered in canvas and made for drawing, sketching really.Now let … Continue reading black books…

where am I?

The last several days there have been A LOT of pictures taken around these parts. Tons. And not just by me. There have been videos too, I've had nothing to do with those.Why? Well cause Bubblewench has been to town. She brought hubbyman and her dad along too. It's been a blast. Good wine. Good … Continue reading where am I?