Archive for August, 2008

The Arena

August 31, 2008

Doors open for brunch;
I’m a gladiator who
Awaits the lions

The Gamble

August 15, 2008

Plucking the petals
He loves me, he loves me not
The flower is rigged


August 12, 2008

I’m crazy for you
It’s a good thing that I’m sane
For everyone else


August 10, 2008

I curse the weather
Were I at all sweet I’d melt
In all of this rain