Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

montreal smoked meat and prepared mustard...

a few kosher pickles, quartered lengthwise, a small brick of aged cheddar. two bottles of beer, three cigarettes, a trashy paperback thriller, an overstuffed pillow in a stained case. a laura secord cream egg, uneaten, a thirty-five minute bubblebath, three scented candles spilling wax, a clean aids test. two unreturned long distance phone calls, a dirty daydream between dirty sheets, a birthday. greenlseeves, a half-quarter lost. a hell of a lot of rain. monday.