It was one down for everything wrong

the stars meant nothing

professing love?

entry.

the phrase was 'make wrong what's right'

I never did drink

again

the three-ninetyfives on eleventh street

one more, writerwaiter.

perceptdecept

acception. when you ran your knuckles

down the bleeding track

and I said that I didn't really

exception.

forget

how we swore on undying melodies

as the

run-on concrete cracked yellowblueyellowblue

(one more entry.)

and you lie there quiet and

at peace

after we ran over blue skies

I say,

it is(n't) forever.

I'm not that oh-so-wonderful

rationally, (you know) I'm fucking screwed.

wetfacedown on your bed

as I walk out the door in the bleak autumn morning

entry.