dried out
taken
exchanged
the zoo monster
heads
walking in time
the painted saying
these words you said
now the wall is gone
you saw a psychedelic mushroom crystal sky
on a bridge by the arroyo road
who goes to horse camp now
and learn to ride a horse backwards
Pilsen nearly fell off the back of the horse
by the river
where they serve raicilla
and the water is cold
they live in shacks
but they dress nicely
the frumious bandersnatch or whose part is this? The Tecate Wars 2007-2031 V. 1(non-explicated)
Monday, September 07, 2015
Sunday, September 06, 2015
fat and out of shape
sitting on a bed covered with books
cigarettes
cameras
my phone
a key chain with a plastic hand
"pull my finger"
it's hot and sunny out
SO NOT
San Francisco
f'ing bullshit
hot weather gives me a headache
I moved here to get away from the dry heat
oh poor me
poor poor me
can't even smoke now
the clean air police
don't like you
I'm an asshole
I know
sitting on a bed covered with books
cigarettes
cameras
my phone
a key chain with a plastic hand
"pull my finger"
it's hot and sunny out
SO NOT
San Francisco
f'ing bullshit
hot weather gives me a headache
I moved here to get away from the dry heat
oh poor me
poor poor me
can't even smoke now
the clean air police
don't like you
I'm an asshole
I know
the farcical avoidance measures
bequeathed at the throne
stowed
laid waste
chastened
inexcusable
theses traverses
you slipped on stone and awoke
in ice
thirteen years and
the ice hasn't melted
beware you said
but no one did
so you
yes you
created a thought
impregnable
lock it in they said
down in your belly
never tell a soul
and it ate you from inside
like a big sugary donut
covered with pink frosting
or maybe just chocolate
yum
poetry makes me hungry
bequeathed at the throne
stowed
laid waste
chastened
inexcusable
theses traverses
you slipped on stone and awoke
in ice
thirteen years and
the ice hasn't melted
beware you said
but no one did
so you
yes you
created a thought
impregnable
lock it in they said
down in your belly
never tell a soul
and it ate you from inside
like a big sugary donut
covered with pink frosting
or maybe just chocolate
yum
poetry makes me hungry
Saturday, September 05, 2015
the bantamweight blutonix
smearing grease down the front
of nazi symbology
you chase the chicken
and u get e coli
theres a room beside the forest
its frozen
and you have no windows
you are a cypher
it's code you stare at the dots
there must be meaning
but you need a break from all that
too bad its your life
keep moving everything here to see
smearing grease down the front
of nazi symbology
you chase the chicken
and u get e coli
theres a room beside the forest
its frozen
and you have no windows
you are a cypher
it's code you stare at the dots
there must be meaning
but you need a break from all that
too bad its your life
keep moving everything here to see
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Monday, August 03, 2015
Brooke dahlia effigy
sworn on the blackboard
garish socks
and cement gum sticking to shoes
bracing for mid town sweat and grit
the cars parked in a row
she walks the dog in a stroller
poor things hips are bad
said the doc
the camera's on the tripod
8x10 view of a night sky
with the Chrysler Building
she waits at home
the boy's drinking Coca-Cola
he paints it
FIN
sworn on the blackboard
garish socks
and cement gum sticking to shoes
bracing for mid town sweat and grit
the cars parked in a row
she walks the dog in a stroller
poor things hips are bad
said the doc
the camera's on the tripod
8x10 view of a night sky
with the Chrysler Building
she waits at home
the boy's drinking Coca-Cola
he paints it
FIN
Sunday, August 02, 2015
Saturday, August 01, 2015
the american werewolf
was insistent
upon the time
trains are not important
music is playing
there was a backdraft and his hands were
sticky from eating a chocolate covered mint
it was not in Slovenia
the via ferrata the
iron way
he teetered occasionally
on the brink of disaster
but there was no silver to worry him
only the ticking of the clock
was insistent
upon the time
trains are not important
music is playing
there was a backdraft and his hands were
sticky from eating a chocolate covered mint
it was not in Slovenia
the via ferrata the
iron way
he teetered occasionally
on the brink of disaster
but there was no silver to worry him
only the ticking of the clock
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