Feb 8, 2017
Dec 22, 2016
“IF YOU LEAVE”
love the quest. or:
godzilla vs the gorillaz.
your lips on the screen.
what a great time
to
pop back in
i was feeling so blue
watching
history dangle from my rosary
a
new world order
triggered me
something awful
< no doubt, let’s drop colors & camelot the spot >
really.
pass the plans, the OMD
(oh yeah, i’m off that mascot
check
so
make a list)
"SUN HELL"
so you say?
back so soon..
to a new
same..
vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires
pretend it’s wine
this cold page of a cool book
is mine
death we are and death we’ve always been
even over the ole toilet hole
“PERFECT”
dusts off beer
throws it in the trash
fresh men in dirty times
not me
and you
you are hell prone
on a ram’s spine
what to do?
i fall back into the autumn nite
wishing i could still ride a bike
but i cracked my tail-bone
a long time ago
walk down to the bridge
on a one-lane road
the red-necks drive by in their trucks
the view to the left is vaguely crumbled
and i know the mountain is holding a buzz
i am nothing but my little poisons and stupid poems
but hey
the creek isn’t frozen yet
it races past
gurgling its wet laugh
at the geese or ducks
or whatever the fuck those things are
“Tuesday”
call me
singing that myself
beaming on the outside
scared on the inside
winding sounds better than racing
moon moment
watch out
the lost olive tied to a halo
i feel water drunk
when i look in your direction
i’m not on twitter but
i check your tweets
plum is just another color
for kiss
rain air
and earth me
you’re a star
spilled
“you probably over watered that plant”
like a hot love whale
in training to house a smile and happy chests - love breathing
say are you over there
with a father
wearing jesus
on his back?
you write storms with dust
real tongue detail
how street screen -
all i can do is scramble and unscramble
your sky
baby
i’d join you
in the misery soup
even though i am over here
& i had the best damn dream this morning
woke up sobbing, why,
i dunno.
a bridge size tide of joy
it was winter, beautiful
snow, and his kiss was like fruit
in champagne
not that i want to be drunk
holy oysters of sleep!
emoji stars in humming grass
sorry i haven’t written
sorry your date didn’t work out
“kissing you”
kissing you
would be like letting the blowing wind
drown me
kissing you
would be like taking the wood out of the trees
and stacking our years
by wading (because you’re a baby) lake water
our online tracks
some mud in the middle of some grass
i wonder would your feet be a gentle heater or are they ice cold
when you cry
your tears would grow roots in my skin
you couldn’t get any closer
but nah
u would never leave your dark shed of wasteland
Dec 5, 2016
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 20, 2016
The Big Idea - ESS-95 (Full Tape)
Side A :
00:00 : Iliana Is Sleeping
07:28 : XIV
Side B :
11:43 : CXXXIV
21:04 : D.B. Cooper Theme
Oct 26, 2016
OCT 11, 2016
“in a way”
u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze
we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs
the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room
we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake
where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows
u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze
we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs
the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room
we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake
where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows
Oct 25, 2016
Sep 2, 2016
Aug 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016
Jun 22, 2016
“i guess i’m a pot that calls the kettle black”
not drinking but still depressed
maybe i killed myself so often i am already gone
moon summer sleep
the dead can’t dance (never got into them)
a hallow shadow
trunks shot for murder
i’ll walk behind you and vacuum the ghost birds that fall out of your head
some people are just born ominous
your teacher was right
though
you have a knack for poetry
o dear o dear
be strong
baby boi
you may yet
score delicious
i’ll look for my sonic-bonding-tonic
we’ll build a sand castle
and a camel on the beach
stick em full of plastic swizzle
smoke some ice-tide
in the tumbling heat
put the note in the bottle
someday
maybe i killed myself so often i am already gone
moon summer sleep
the dead can’t dance (never got into them)
a hallow shadow
trunks shot for murder
i’ll walk behind you and vacuum the ghost birds that fall out of your head
some people are just born ominous
your teacher was right
though
you have a knack for poetry
o dear o dear
be strong
baby boi
you may yet
score delicious
i’ll look for my sonic-bonding-tonic
we’ll build a sand castle
and a camel on the beach
stick em full of plastic swizzle
smoke some ice-tide
in the tumbling heat
put the note in the bottle
someday
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