i did windowboxes this yr and more stuff to edit

“This Started Out As A Jesus Pome”


there are so many astonished

angel wings

o studded child
leaching  swings
dreamy white
&
throwing explosive tucks
at the untucked

moon light

you will halo your sun-mousse
breathless

wear a lizard’s fragile skitter
like legs  just to

smuggle graves

down streets of litter


;;



and u were dressed like a parking circulator

< to park the dead? the s-matrix? >

putting up time in the garage

< putting out? >

my body is viral. remember?

< lol. a secret hot cough.
 my sultry horizon >

pulsing surveillance. mouth & cocoon.

< guilt alley >

just marketing the river’s lips

< compasses.  rolling.   bail. >

blooming blind downloads

< do u like talking in code? >

stapled dizzy


< armored important. *smile* >

sailing neon  kisses 2u

..

he not gonna wear a big ole ghillie tie just gonna e Jack U late
in his own slip and slide

hey team
your boy is live feed
on his way to being a real big deal
he say he will buy the whole
 crystal choir
& bag the bitches that tire
because they just won’t retire

fire in the dash
ash on the cash
kreepn in they butt
ham-around sound
really
?
b serious
is your knife a phallic symbol
tell the truth as i
roll
core aluminum
and we ridn in your latest
4 ton steal packn snow missile
i’m next to u in nothing but noho jewelery
boy
what ice-snap fash-trash

~~~  sigh ~~~
i’m gonna change my nom de plume, to yung paris

..

"aww, I have to go now  : ( “
after your eyes close
i watch lights stream across your face
like a silent waterfall
of something right
from a motel 6
not mere Kusama polka-dots

we stuck our hearts in tubes
and locked them in the trunk
you were kinda drunk and said
drive

listen
the skies are chokin’
another overdosed ocean

.

"work on later"
love turmoil &
rampant trolling
in the nike outlet

the camera clicks
lightning-fire
but
you have on
the auto correct

eye

& smile one of your
  innumerable ivory intensities

we’re somewhere on the border of planet LA
forgotten street people
forever jammed
in the country’s spyware
flame encrypted
sad flapping of wings

you tell me that i have a look:
very dreams

we eat at a
chinese restaurant
paper streamers
darkly dangle over our table and
a cracked
koi tank 
//////

 



“hot jungian paladiner”
temporarily holed up in the foreboding castle
far above the subject/s &
behind the wing-dings of nothing
i hate those in-between azalea girls
with their
 funky
young
wanna
radiance
they make me feel old


*

imma play Kid Charlemagne

 look for poems to cut

see lights in the fire

dying

my life - a
burning pile of paper

idk

**

one potato
two

gonna make coffee and
be mithraic and things