stillmy love costs ten cents a minuteI try to call any timeBut the connection feetrumps the meandering hellosand goodbyes remaining distinctivelylost in some static ridden darkOver-hidden hallway's experience watching mebleed words into yourmouth like dark meadowscloset park linesand emptypocketsfilled with, and taintedbye-thought and inflection
09Love your government.Its thoughts concern yourchildren.
08Pity your politicianHe wishes foryour ignorance.
07Reason lives aloneLike the leader thathates you
East 99There was a chalkboard in the stall of a restaurant we went to.I put a picture of Obama on my mother's desktop and her husband took it off.My hands shake when I drink coffee because I drink a lot of itI've always wondered why I do thisI don't smile in pictures because I don't want tobut I'm actually happy to be there mostly, I think.I wonder if it was me that grew up, or if I've become irreparably separated from my family.It's easy to ignore people you think you don't like.I don't think the people I am related to like me...I don't think saying sorry means the situation is resolved.I don't think anyone wants to be 'figured out.'I sometimes wonder if tolerance leads to lack of communication.I find nothing worse, then being a listener with no one to talk to.A great hypocrite is he, who bathes in conversation- the momentary god- choosing every subject to respond to and never learning, and never caring.But everyone likes him the most.|Those in the middle are generalists.Tho