Sunday, October 28, 2012


“Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.” 
― Jack Kerouac

is the snapshot
of your life beginning
on forgotten sidewalks.
you have spent
sporadic time
kicking, and
conversing with my
dad.  Back and forth.

One raggedy day

after lunch
at the old Desert Inn Appleby's
dad left a tip
for our waitress,
yelled across the bar
"use this towards charm school."
Beautiful insane in me,
baby, everything is
alright forever, forever and forever.

 beautiful insane deven...i guess touching another kid under the chin means something really derogatory.  who knew?  deven knew.

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