Friday, August 08, 2008

The frozen people

I have cast them with my gaze, but they will hardly know of me. I am a gnat, briefly here, and gone


Move on, or the goose gets it



In the room the women come and go
talking of Michael Angelo



Locker room talk is always awkward...

1 comment:

Cyclonus said...

I'm loving all of the updates here. The references in your poem were fantastic.

Riggo was reading over my shoulder and seemed to really take offense to the locker room reference. He's been seething for an hour now and just keeps muttering "since when...since when, doug?".