burgoynealexburgoyne

Hotel Rooms

burgoynealexburgoyne — Fri, 24 Feb 2012 16:01:15 +0000

Distance: a pressing
matter; does funny things to
the brain, heart. Mind-fu(n)[c]k.

Trees and billowing
blows my thought like dust or snow.
Recent history

bringing its mostly
~~crazy~~ deliberate change to my
attention. And

the thinking I do
is cold and warm, warning me
not to allow the

irrational words
of my fear or yours bother
the lovely stasis.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 18:44:52 +0000

Thought moving forward
and self-doubt holding; fear is
and I am subject

burgoynealexburgoyne — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 02:27:49 +0000

Breath. Breakfast. Breath. Walk.
Breath. School. Breath. Rehearsal. Breath.
Dinner. Breath. Work. Breath…breath.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 15:06:47 +0000

School is a windstorm.
I am a small, flailing branch;
Hanging, dreary, me.

Without sweet eyes I
breathe heavy breaths and work to
stay afloat. You: strong.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 18:32:35 +0000

Foods and drinks and friends
and musics and dances and
more foods. Love: birthdays.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:39:01 +0000

By Aaron Quinn

Why Does This Always
Happen on a Saturday
Night? (Thanks Interwebz)

burgoynealexburgoyne — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:35:33 +0000

By Drew Harris

We were watching Duck
Tales, and doing our chores late
when you were born, Al.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 19:13:06 +0000

by Shane Harris

Happy birthday to
You, happy birthday to you
Best. Haiku. EVER.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 03:49:47 +0000

In one hour, I will
be one-fourth of one-hundred.
Flying time, flies fast.

burgoynealexburgoyne — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 16:39:01 +0000

by Greg Sigman

LC call numbers
order erupts from chaos
pigeonholes for all