Nov 1, 2015

“sleeping beauty wakes and says”

my arms are just arms
the mammoths draw

hey baby :
telecommunication
love-husk

ghost texting
again?



















Sep 30, 2015

“notes on why leaves must have their comeback”

the oceans leap
from hot to naked
divinity stays at the lake

i so
went clean

when u gonna leave
the burning lie
the bong drinking smokers
a death poem for cutie

something is linking your mind
2 my atlas
u can be: the sunset
on tourism
on vast pale panels
the flaring care curve
of amerikan thighs

hold october
with a credit card
&
act out
the entire shogun haircut
{mountain based with clean bangs}
livetweet a razor for true blood
spelled-out as i c e









Sep 25, 2015

“Beyond The Wall Of Sleep”

all heads:
water

visible
& sexy

a shoe in each hand
sponsored


politics in 72
lick dick

angela 4 president


modern art
pee
so
important
it’s kept in a cup

i dreamed
a nameless junkie was after me
i was all
katy western wear
with lasso hands & cinnamon hair

u where
in el nasty club
a paper doll made simple-
no need for eyes







Sep 14, 2015

first batch of pics from washington DC

http://bookofnina.tumblr.com/post/129041728664/tried-feeling-alive-this-weekend-by-breaking-out

"WE'RE"

turning over
another sharp wing
only to read ,
‘is the dead swing happy?’

we sit
inside
a bird’s tear

snap open
tricks of light

fall
in love

with salt


-

u can’t see me now
my hips are failing
and the oracles see
tips of heaven being gathered
just for angels to
grenade

-

this is so mixed up
like
drunk dials
are the guts
on your lawn

-

doused and devoted in the nights of nod
river boy
u dropped your snuff bullet in the parking garage


-

our private joke is

'pray to poseidon from the glory couch’



listen
soft chorus sounds

then
miles of highway

to
a party in bloom
you try to
drag out the first move
so that it is
permanently spooky

concrete in the periphery and then
these kids fire-escape someone
as

violent
ribbons

&

the whole feeling
an oil spill in the grid

it
benadryls us

&
i trace your smile ;
it’s like a constellation







Aug 19, 2015

" "

augmented reality:
all signs stuck to velcro & we’re listening to autopsy -
“dark like a subreddit” / all exits locked.
we call in transfusions. to the blood park.
wake up at a funeral.
your T-shirt says, GO ENTROPY!
blood vessels and stars leak into our car-jack video.
we steal light from alien trees, walk into vine/wine hour.
what the hell is a vine, anyway? the valve of a door?
radiation. the universe faking its own story.
reincarnation makes me tired. the bartender
is blowing up twitter with his cock tail science.
here’s to
short conversations @ high tables,
bruises identified on a bar stool, and
and seeing beneath the crowd.