Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Mind and Time
Mineral so close to mania it's a slow uphill slope mounting someone's mama and a mountain of mammy figurines could be the lantern fallen incendiary that lights the path to will so clenched as a golden million dollar baby could be the way we objectify our dreams together always feminine and some violent entrance disguised as sensual some pretty kill
My friend flashes a diamond in psychoanalysis while explaining how her father raped her relentless the clock kicks the hour toward a paycheck the lithium is about to run out when a young kid in uganda volunteers to pull it from the earth in exchange for his silence This desire to tell a story where the answer is the dance is all I ever swore I was kneeling in prayer with a half moon in my belly wept neatly a bundle of needles in a slow singular drum
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
One night I had slept quite deeply / (unboxing) 1
The naked blond barbie is everywhere waldo waldo / so territory so Jay Versace squinting in a barrel of expired ruffles at the army surplus where they house Alameda County homeless and feed them expired food products and bow silently on the way back to townhouses at the way it feels taking to the fields the way it feels to burn them down that thrilling and lifelong hunt for an enemy will paint you will send you somewhere funny to fall to your knees and mime rude pageant gospel or pattie labelle in a different world or shop for hospitable dollhouses The hose is on in a ghostlike way the raggedy white hyundai is so clean a meth head can take it to a fix with the naked blond barbie strapped into the front seat oh baby didn’t I feed you bleach and seagrams didn’t I pull the lint from velcro
Ain’t that crow circling stolen from nabokav give it back baby, return that lullaby like exactly aestheticized sickness to where it burns in you
Monday, April 3, 2017
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