you can't be no sugar daddy if you ain't got no sugar

the roads are a mess...but two girls i work with...Walked to work today...they traversed the ice and snow whilst passing cars and a rushing wind bore holes of cold into them...never think you have it so bad...

someone else had to walk.

im glad i went for a walk when the snow started falling...because now that snow is nothing but ice...

good times

to whom it may never be said,

id like to make you a warm chocolate cake with fresh raspberries on the side...and i'd like to serve you rich red wine...i'd like to believe that i am fossilizing myself because i can still feel your kiss here...and tomorrows would grow to cover me as time does to reduce today to tattered dust...

our spring or summer or fall is always re-produced in the winter...when the snow falls...although im starting to forget...i know it was a play running at an unsure impatient pace...

i wore a face...i made you go...i'd like to believe i will unearth you..as i rest here in the clay sand silt snow

let me shift in my seat...im so glad you are happy...let me wake the new day..

and i bury the relic that is my heart.. the greatest find of our time...

the brightest treasure of that long ago

i can still feel your kiss here...

peace