each swoosh and bang on
the hoop awakens me more
than morning coffee
a bright and overcast
day... a series of swooshes
brings me well earned joy
a tired, atheist monk...
my candles burn for the hope
of voluptousness
quite scared, walking out
of Dunkin Donuts with
Anna... primal now!
grasping for a plan,
I serve tennis balls without
really being present
poor Bradley Knowell,
his music helps revive me...
gone to the needle
playing a game of
Monopoly, I realized the
miraculous brain
