Author: franny

“up and down a puppy’s hair fleas and ticks jump everywhere…” today i need rollerskates and a little red wagon to carry what my arms are too sore to… i’m not ready today, not ready. still some cleaning to do, coffee grinds to throw away…cat litter to sweep up, old newspapers about a year old,… Continue reading chasing maybe…

and off she goes flying through the air, with “jump, bitch, jump” helping her every step of the way…disgust, disgust. turn the toxic ink filled page to read how her water broke and she had to push, push, push…blankets and comforters, pillows and ambitious hands who proclaim they watch the learning channel, “i can do… Continue reading push turns to shove…

that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it’s drawing me in, 6th ave heartache…wallflowers. going into this school season so burned out, don’t quite know how i’ll make it. i’ve decided to take the summer 2002 off. i can’t push myself anymore. i forget how to spell these days, i forget… Continue reading same black line

of a slow slow dance, under a dusty ceiling fan, in a smoky honky tonk, wearing a cowboy hat, with a talkless sturdy man… loretta crooning, slide guitar echoing her heartache… just one of those days when letting words slip out of your mouth is useless, silence is better, retreating to the backroom is the… Continue reading i’m in need…