08 October 2011

It Happened One Night

She'd have to be the sort of a girl who'd jump in the surf with me and love it as much as I did. You know, nights when you and the moon and the water all become one. When you feel you're a part of something big and marvelous. That's the only place to live... where the stars are so close over your head you feel like you could reach up and stir them around. Hey, I've been thinking about it. If I could only find a girl who was hungry for those things...

04 October 2011

homework haiku

America's past
is as dry as the powdered
wig on Washington

that is all.