"TITLE"

in my mind i am already putting up art in our groovy house
pic number 1: us kissing on a beach of black sand

all lyrics say the obvious
like: snow boy chin spoon
but the www be breaking your head
i’m thinking he looks drunk sitting at that schematics machine
and all that had been purring is fried
again

that would be a problem
we could smoke weed but never drink

but back to decorating
back to the flower bucket filled with ghost
back to the wall were we would grow a misty pavement of
i’m sorry and goodnites and dancing i-luv-yous
forgetting to brush our teeth
my lazy baby python
i’ll slather my Bath&BodyWorks all over you
and put your hair in a pony-tail
whip
your lips
with kisses

found poem

I love when you stop talking to me

And I hope your answers

“ hands u a new S T Y P T I C P E N C I L”

i don’t have a cell phone
remember
i only have ulcers and high high high
blood pressure

oh, the haha of dancing thru infinity this fuckin sober
would be alright
if it were in THE fka body
and the wind from a nameless painting
were to sculptor me a new jawline
&
u could snip off jowls with singing blades

watch out
i bite
plateau of cat breath
definitely lips etc.
if i still have teeth
on the roof at midnight
so come on
stunt man
your tears hang
from my fingers
like sleep

what do you do when your years are up
i keep running down diamond lanes
in dirty socks & glass lipstick
headin to Wyoming
i guess

"STUCK"

i hate when u go missing
& only leave me this damn car
with the eye of the ghost
dangling from the rear view mirror
and
i stick 2
the plastic
seat cover
all gentrified (lol)
u know
i’m so over the bf drown (he was a cry-baby)
i’m historically happy now
even though i know
blue skies have symptoms
& those wingless angels want to run our names
into a snow bank but wtf
come back out
we’ll steal another car - eat cake -
put a mini Minotaur on the dash

“swisher”

(let’s talk about when u made out with that guy cuz u were drunk)
right on

sorry

but

ugh to the 3 ∞
u smoke hold me beneath
snow∞∞
now
i smoke∞ diamonds in the shower
to reflect of course
2:40 friendships
i’m creamy bad
@banging
some people
do funny tweets i do naked
∞
*sigh
r u gonna bluffa’ me? over da music?
i felt the dead of the cold door
& then our love was PM dust

“look at that apt selfie - u spread all asias with a fat cat”

hey
of on
but
isn’t

doorknob turn

your glasses shining
your fingers tweeting
don’t

himanshu
bundle
in store clothes
i steal air-blankets

‘Scentless Apprentice’
plays on my laptop
it is extreme eyes and
mirror movement
and i keep guzzling water and sucking winter-mints

“re: @the beginning eat the tail”

because, i am watching, “the big white” and looked up the soundtrack to see who did the song, “Trouble With Dreams“.. turns out it was
Written by Mark Everett (as Mark Oliver Everett)
Performed by The Eels (as Eels)
Courtesy of Vagrant Records

and guess who Mark’s father is? .. Son of physicist Hugh Everett III, who came up with the ‘Many Worlds’ theory of parallel universes!