i listened to marina & the diamonds before, in frosted hell, i found the corresponding subculture -- i curled in the in-betweensmall bed, not in a room but a corridor and you knowi think you could be right that purgatory isphenomenological or at least our concept of it, is -- anyway i was stripped out to… Continue reading poem: song lyrics
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writing: the narcissism of small footnotes
The images and sonic blur that the book gave her lined up with her ideal place to live: blue-green, pine trees, little pockets of mud and permanent nostalgia so heavy in the air that people were always forming bands to understand the place or they understood it too much and were trying to get the… Continue reading writing: the narcissism of small footnotes
poem: swan song for november
the whole bedrock for our silly little post-renaissance project is underground; the women with longsilver hair construction vest gray/blue tennisshoes: I can imagine her as anythingelse. in linen and singing. please rip me open and countmy ribcage, there is an maladjusted chromosome there isa space. yesternight i was listening to the cranberries and i remembered… Continue reading poem: swan song for november
poem: do not ask me to eat when i am not hungry
in the room where the husband did not diethe third wife sits, splays, lacerated -- the birds are thick this time of year. I can feel the Feeling comeand I can feel the healing, but it is easier to curl into it. take this pain, this wanting tobe lacerated: and understand, this is where the… Continue reading poem: do not ask me to eat when i am not hungry
poem: purgatory
a long time ago, there was surety - i was god, i metanother god; he was wayward future kingholder in palms of myeventual, watery breaking - we arguedin smoke-sweat places about theology and whetherhistory is a stasis, is therea retvrn. he liked girls crouched over theirover-abstracted intellectual, embroidery-squaresmall experience. he fought with me, i fought… Continue reading poem: purgatory
poem: it is finally 80 degrees in october
little age of shame the wetness carries in the day-- i will return i will wear themark of the water, low hung frayed tee-shirt tied up, over tight bodyi now dig back into -- this bohemian stylethis little dark age, fallis dead: rise rise eternal heat. i can talk in French now about abstractthings i… Continue reading poem: it is finally 80 degrees in october
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
the last pavilion 