blah.
what kind of dream is that?
shall we bark? make noise?

thank god she leaves red wine
   on our doorstep.
we, the stray puppies of the neighbor-
   hood,
lap it up.
if only we could save it like
   we all hoped.

JOURNAL OF A MAN ON THE VERGE OF A
CRITICAL MASS BREAKDOWN.  between the
work at home and the work at work, when
does a guy find time to have a personal
life? guys all around become skilled at
the well-placed hand. you—you're wearing
trousers today? i've never seen you in such
a thing .. if i were a girl, i would like skirts,
too.

thank you for sitting with me;
the walls are no longer closing in
   quite so fast
you push walls back admirably and prettily