Wednesday, June 12, 2024

u f f

 I don’t know some d—k night when you knew me and were all flesh-machine but ghost mountain oh god twilight concerts the fairgrounds the boardwalk (fire swirls) letting wishing well cringe. how about just feeling good, though? ‘Swhat we’re doing. 


How easily to pull a self from oneself. Aneasy, well, idiot android, takes time of prepositions to thoughts. O sugar magnolia! O love & happiness!


You,

Reached deep into my chest

Up my ass to the elbow

took me by the collar

Swayed a savage dance


Back bent all the way

Head swinging

Your hands up my torso—


thick warm hands

were never mine.


I never wiped your blood

From my body

It went inside. 


You know,

I remember a time when I was a child that I realized how often I’d had cherryscabbed knees.  

It had been a few months after a few successive falls. I marveled about how long I’d had these

scabs 

on my knees. A fourth of my little life


To scan, to contain your blood is a lot of responsibility tho. 


experiment 322: boxing the hog


the lead singer of cavity killed a dude

stabbed his head

that's why they only lasted 7 yrs.

he's in jail now.


sludge—understated—

full lungs choke

a fuck you,

slit-necked attack, cough

but blood. cataract, when flush

gets sinister, epoch of sludge,


break-necked, jostled.

a, well



Ungutter


Drawn to happy manatee splashes,

spiral, dolphins & independence splayed feral

fecund, failed valve for fault, 

we’re p much just watching now. 

Hope you are having a great week!



when it happens we will be unable to move//we've been unready this whole time (17)


ground to the bottom with terrorists attacks & guess we will boil soon


here in the unsoapable corner of a coffee cup we huddle from coverup

wipe soot sludge Los Angeles eyes

syrupy grit you can't see up close a grey day but not really

anyway we're waiting for something like catastrophic

we all know it's going to happen 

that it wasn't just what happened yesterday


Hope you are having a great week!



Ginger. Up all night. 

On the floor right now. 


Tofa parked & napped. Car battery is dead. 

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

“Things Are Gonna Change I Can Feel it.”

[…] know what I’m saying?

Plastic eyeballs […] spray […]

I can feel it

Saturday, June 1, 2024

Appreciate//Boulder Creek//secret summer//Sacred glimmer//’diamonds on the main’

Gloaming ridges
shear golden flashes
thru lilt-leaved
dream machines.

Hospitalized, I see joy,
fragile one-time golden lightness that flashes across
my bed w/redwood tufts waving in & out.

Caress this hillside w/cars,
motorcycles, roar obtrusive.
Still, I hear birds. And

time is the opposite of love. There is a fixed amount; it
doesn’t matter who you would be.