we were never lonely just a fire in need of heat
They were out there, ducking in and out of rec.music.rem to show off their pistol wits as artfully as the white-dot VAX graphics allowed.
In Philly you tried / to quit smoking and I spilled / my drink all over and we kissed or // we fought or whatever.
The church, one avenue away, looks like every church in the borough— Chartres has nothing to worry about. But I like going by when there’s no service, when the sexton alone has the run of his small kingdom and during the summer we can spend a few minutes analyzing the latest ballgame. The stained glass… Continue reading “Mysterious Ways Alright” by Tim Suermondt