poem: wealth described as scarcity of time (october)

famine described as material overload. the year of pain and pleasure 2023 described as the definitiveend of the American Empire, is oddly comforting. raise your children in the frothingand then let them go. now you can succinctly say, if you do not reproduce, trans-humanismhas won, or you can reference my highschool poetrywhich -- savior complex… Continue reading poem: wealth described as scarcity of time (october)

poem: dear you

she made an online zine, entitled "arrested development" because no-onewould take her. he playedbass in long strands, summer afternoon, but shecould not taste it in her mouth, she declined the lessons. where is the placefor this writing -- wannabe song lyrics push the glass sky, alive in a magiccult; the crowd thronged they shoutedthe lyrics… Continue reading poem: dear you

playlist: the unmakeable playlist for twenty-four

in the way -- of the days -- where the worldis ending, and it is felt. palm trees shaken and souredthe electric lines stretched to aesthetic, to taste. the atmosphere -- awaken slovenly -- and the limp help of the dawn. the cat we do not have, curled around the television andeternity: summer night in… Continue reading playlist: the unmakeable playlist for twenty-four

poem: considerations, 10/3

if you interrupt me again i will loose(my shit) my composure. iced coffee? southerncalifornia? in the ghost ships i am heat, wallowing throughthe mountains. someday the shore, the sea will catchand make sense of me. or i will, again, rope itinto mythology. poetry that is song lyrics that isancient zine. if you interrupt me again… Continue reading poem: considerations, 10/3

poem: interview with the musician

millennial miasma, she says my best work is my nostalgia. critic who called the intended readership of sally rooneynovels: the generation spending their student loan repaymentpayouts on turmeric lattes; critic who called the gen z scene frictionless: their "scene" is thespotify algorithm. and I find this oddly appealing oddly sadI am here in the call-out!… Continue reading poem: interview with the musician

poem: october last year

the sleepiness, the adage-of-the-times, the cafe stretched backand the streets in a hollow, in the smell of thesea. he was across from me and very tired, he undidhis shirt -- two buttons, then another -- I caught my breath. it was a polyesterbooth and fries, the racketing openness of the streets he saidreminded him of… Continue reading poem: october last year

poem: /lit/’s top 100 greatest books of all time

in her appeal there was a low-hanging, overripe fruit; I am reading a new book and I am already bored. in my realization I am a child: I tellmy lover, men want to be God and women want to be men, the rib infected us. for us, men areGod. in their appeal, a wide high… Continue reading poem: /lit/’s top 100 greatest books of all time

poem: flora/fauna memory

his greens were more blue, the sad sweep of the trees and the pavementrunning to the river; curling around string lights with bleeding paperghosts taped over the bulbs. the brown staleness of becoming yourself, insideyourself and alone, except for the demi-god robots heaving an adolescent gaspthrough the television screen. this is all clunky: to find… Continue reading poem: flora/fauna memory

poem: twenty-four

when asked if there was a God in his filmuniverse -- who would intervene -- Wes Anderson said, yes. the girl atwork who is prettier than me is likely planning to kill me, dissolve me slowly into her perfect hips and secret knowledge of social networks. you laugh butshe would have ignored me in highschool… Continue reading poem: twenty-four