http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/ let me stain your hands Sat, 15 Jan 2005 17:30:05 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. Writing http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Sun, 16 Jan 2005 01:28:03 GMT prison walls three stories of brown concrete with barbed wire on top is staring at me its eyes filled with disgust he was swallowed whole with our rent money clutched in his hand a bond five times that bad check they said 300 should be enough but five hours have passed and he’s not here hypnotized by the thick walls with a hope lingering - and dissappearing - every time they open i pray to the gods i don’t believe in that this monster of “justice” who took my love as an open purchase will agree on store credit ===== thinking back. this poem... (more) http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html Mon, 06 Dec 2004 17:51:24 GMT they talk about mercy like it is a reward something you have to earn one single mistake and you’re screwed a real human being with a beating heart and lungs craving air doesn’t stand a chance embryos don’t make mistakes humans on the other hand... they talk about mercy while their kids play funeral marches on shiny instruments they wave their signs and repeat the same empty words they talk about mercy about heaven and hell about god and jesus and i wonder if they ever were sixteen years old if they ever woke up under a bench... (more) http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=7 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html Thu, 02 Dec 2004 23:33:31 GMT they talk about mercy like it is a reward like it is something you have to earn make no mistakes and you have a chance the existance of a cluster of cells yet without a beating heart yet without lungs craving air seems more important than the life of the woman carrying it within they talk about mercy while setting off a bomb while murdering a doctor while picketing a clinic while scaring a woman into taking care of another human being when she can't even take care of herself show mercy for the unborn, they plead show mercy for the innocent,... (more) http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=6 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Tue, 12 Oct 2004 18:25:26 GMT my faded jeans are talk more than my lips and lie a lot les like a map with a compass but without the strange symbols http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Mon, 11 Oct 2004 22:23:37 GMT i remember the taste of carrots from grandma's patch with a taste of earth sticking to my tongue and long spider roots http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Mon, 11 Oct 2004 02:03:16 GMT i collect fall leaves colorful masses of death reminding me of us http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Mon, 11 Oct 2004 01:14:55 GMT yes, i still exist despite five hurricanes' rage but with new respect http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Sat, 24 Jul 2004 00:35:03 GMT i'm too good at being unhappy. i'm not just good, i'm fucking brilliant. "she gotta be kidding."that's what's running through your mind right now. yes, i gotta be kidding, because there's no such thing as being good at misery, right? i would love to be able to agree with you, but no. you're wrong. i have perfected the art of unhappiness, and i'm not proud to admit it. maybe i should be? maybe i should be proud to finally be able to admit that yes, i'm good at feeling miserable, but that doesn't mean i have to be. let's take a quick recap of the past, just so you can see that i, indeed,... (more) http://imperfectly.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1