July, 2009

(archives)

birthday poem

– brianprince

33 and still
learning.
the smells are
the same. i’m
just
different.

possibly

– brianprince

deep sleep
hot spots
grinding teeth
sweat
percolating
from
receding
hairline

trying to
calculate

meditating on

wondering if

all words from
all dictionaries
from all over

the world

were being used
in this very moment
simultaneously

then i rolled over
to the cold side of
the pillow and

quietly said
“possibly.”