Pillowsilence

"Have you ever awakened wondering what it's like to be your lungs, pushing air in and out so faithfully in the night while you sleep? What if those dark prodding caverns conspired? One slowing its rhy..."

"The pine trees are like a Scottish army showing off their genitals That piny finger shooting up from the end of every bough greeting me like a chorus of hands shooting the bird swaying back and forth..."

"This poem is in times It zips through the hot printer sandwiched between the printed copy of a power point presentation on asthma and a music review. This poem's thin bed, this sheet of paper so insi..."

"Just ten minutes ago I caught those clouds diving into one another like playful squirrels or Moroccan sand dunes. They were as pink, white, and light blue as scoops of bubble gum ice cream. Even the ..."

"stroke stroke, glide stroke stroke, glide stroke stroke, glide flit flitter-flatter flat and he landed just like that Written May 12th, 2001 © on Jun 05 2001 01:02 PM PST   0 • 10"

"I was not thinking just floating on the pathway back to my dormitory when I glanced up nervously after locking eyes with a girl and I noticed the moon in the light blue sky and saw its depth for the f..."