2009 July:

2009 April:

2009 March:

2009 February:

2009 January:

2008 December:

nervous on Parc avenue,
pacing through the rainbow-boîtes
pastel & trippy

baby gardens, dead flowers, prickle weeds,

broken bottle under my shoe,
ganja-mon begging me for one-seventy-five
to hop for Tam’s
he-lazy-stoned-don’t-wana-walk

and i’m eating poets,
spitting out drums, banging on trees,
(dancing underground)
waking up the dead,
good-morning-radio
they say

i say where’s Em café?
i want a pint & a burette
i want a French-accent & a gram of clay