Monthly Archives: February 2013

highest point of innovation

in which the Hero returns from (the supposed) Continue reading

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wet desert

in which the Hero attends the 7th anniversary desert party. Continue reading

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It Work

home >> work >> home >> friend >> house >> Sycamore >> Amnesia >> home Continue reading

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Somewhere

administer precisely one bottle of Pinot noir, and
wake up

in a San Francisco childhood fever. smoking
a midnight spliff, your squeeze
blinks in the darkness at several stars twinkling
a midnight smile, your city
breathes in the ocean or a highway
Somewhere
where there is no Truth
words are fine, but green tea is love.

99.7 percent of the time, i drink her

short hair, get lost
for two bright eyes millennia
for chapped lips, tongue cure
for heaven pierced her breasts
for teething her waist, i cry
24 hour dripping flower, and bow
legs drop, little feet.

100 percent of the time, night passes.

all morning, Patti Smith,
breakfast feast bandages lost paradise
Patti Smith, double disc

spinning the downhill streets directionless
because they all have typos, we rediscover
sunny painted ladies stunned, we recline
grassy denim fleece supine, we remarkably
manage to once again nap, squeeze, kiss,
chronic. Continue reading

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destiny

it’s orange, but it’s far from downtown. it has a garage. it has laundry machines. it has a big living room, complete with fireplace. it has a big kitchen, complete with gorgeous gas stove. it has three bedrooms, two bigger than the one. it has a bathroom. it has a measly backyard and an in-law next to it, but i’m placing the jams on the complete opposite end of the house anyway. it’s far from downtown, but it’s orange. Continue reading

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Twitter hair

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i’m the best

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