towertenor blown balloons

whos is greater               ((spine the toothy trees

that you can handle the long homes. of umbrellas

sway with the twist of yellowed

leaf skirts, as sheholdsher friend                   past empty toilets

to say witches   dance, on the street        streetsocks with blue ribsbon fire

cant stop)

the solution to prescribe her in meds     a document

full of valuable valium & dirt

fried rice

who is the theology        the program sunning how to know

backbreaking     ((lit            prayer candles  a blackcat sitting in black on black

cars. a person thinking about a metal

fence painted

your spit


10.14 003

I got into a fist fight with my poetry classmate

I’m really sad about this

I chase flowers in my dream

the meth head helps everyone in the building.


he dies last week smackgagging his skull alone on the tile in the tub on the ceiling in the floor.


he was so cracked man

precious tugging lists into bluegrass prastures


I think it’s safe to say I’m more cynical when I’m getting dick and my cervix is in pain

world this is addressed to you.


we speak about the dog that is missing his hind legs who had been adopted by the australian couple who I see returned being taken to the vet today.

he was a nice guy


swinging cement in a galaxy exhausted by molting lovers

wiping away the mildew

our bodies become horse play things

blingy in an elegant genus of forest of the sex tourism industry

I’m still getting guacamole


screaming at the taxi driver whose meter dies as he attempts to triple my empty wallet

It’s gross like baby kid beauty pageants.

I don’t know how I feel. I don’t know if I’m changing the memory or dancing

the carpal lines I fought to escape.

the apathetic sense of my safety and survival.


how the only way to save the program is to run in a clear taxi

I let someone into my secret fort and I am not sure how I feel about this my brother

sleeping for a day and a half means your fighting


dreamabstracting flowers the first to make me come and I cant even understand the music

being a little thrown present


10.12.13 047

someone last night told me I had no ego

into two as she was


he kisses me and I buy him fried rice and drinking water like a bhurmese ring bleeding into each other.

fort made mics

blend into a percussive exchange                      enumerative

nature is fine with the uglyover verse

I have eyes


you cant know rape

[its not made of glass voles


:: rape me I hate you try to kill me I dare you

better than bitters sex


trivia knows what that means

torn suffice too sexy     call me morning, surviving                     slave sexy

whats your thesis:


I’m nothing you don’t have to worry


horney milky wet honey


mallots pop out

watching herself in the reeds bunched    livers in the headdress of

(dancer elegies placed in summer

ripple platters


what are we left with after the violence on meaning, that red astrocyte. I let him come in me because the uncrushed airbrush is red singing


10.11.13 007


After I read your interview I sit outside and order a run for whiskey and soda water. You fuck me later like the man I hate. Show me pictures of the soft tales of monkeys, your young heart without a window smokes cheap weed. I love the fucking. I wake up with a bruised lip. Your punk rock friend walks in talking about urinary problems. You invite me to a party as I watch the cockroach on the patio typing these letters and a photo under a terrace with no rain. I tell you to fuck me harder. You do. I write a poem about rape.

We laugh because we don’t understand me and I know you like me. You work at a school named Disney. You have a ball pit in this hell of primary colored letters. The you I still think about cannot stop saying beautiful and his eyes mean it. He does everything he can for me. I drink water and talk about things being strange and how to appreciate the mathematical complexity of electronica music. Your friend will not look me in the eyes. He has a flying squirrel as a pet.

I can see the draw of marrying someone you don’t understand the innocence is without language. Bananas fried n honey at a green elephant he keeps trying to help me. With my computer plug, my napkin, my internet. We can’t understand each other. We do. Families cover the railroads. The bubbles between the streets are a man as he pumps a bubble gun between the lines of cats. The server steps on the cockroach.

All the banks are closed the difference in order of importance. The sex is great but he won’t let me masturbate and my family won’t let me go back. She knows she can take care of sex. I am amazed today at how many people want to help me for a fee. In my dream my dad is taken over by a demon. He is a passive guy with a mistress and we have to share a hotel room at one point. I am very angry at him. Have no fear, the live nest has been revived. I write: anonymous fucking is bullshit and I hate being treated like a victim. I opt for coffee wine and writing shit. I am solicited by a South Korean who walks me home and gives me two kisses on the cheek.

I tell you, you don’t want me; to let go. I want a someone to carry me home presently. I am in a band. Who trusts arguments over water? This is after I sleep with the German while his two friends come back to the room and say don’t mind us we can finish. I cancel my therapy appointment and pet the cutest puppy on my way home so thankful to be touched. I have one fan. Arguments over water, blue casian clova. I have breakfast, who is that guy, takin the wrong train. The first step same with music, well it’s finally getting quieter.

10.18 001


what do you want me to say. my boyfried tried to kill me. its a 50.50 i survived.

does that make you feel better.

our culture bleeds the family symbol of the cold writers commentate them essay writers foster mother things about love to give cod seven your path the floor was taken away the children home clown like the tile incarcerated the children I was not touched.


10.14 007 10.14 007 10.14 008

im a six and i blessed my shit today,

always nice when u tell your friend you are going on a trip and they say:

if u could pick anywhere why there

I think coke is shit


clause                                                                   (chase the bodies of gorgeous birds

wow let’s just go to the wrong airport

avocado shakes


the walking of petal


soft shell crab strange

when she said                                   my sister

food by

donation                              (hot water

stories of cabbies who pick up sisters and feed me papaya)



(tattoo shrine    welcome


fix the sink

the baby bird dies

when sleeps supposed to be loose


10.16 030

after the band

I thought my body was shaking but its just the building im sleeping in


(sunny salt sprout fritters damp dripped in dressing

hon . banana

bhurmese sweet, oh yes we were talking about sex


slip texts

count crocheted cement


the lake looks foreign black

butterfly crows                                 hello you are beautiful … are u scared


coral san (




finger food on indian palms, take pictures of me as I sweat

he parts my wrist to let me know he is finished                  (blessing


laughing is this your friend          


leaf palm food

they give me rice peanut raisin seran I give to the woman with the child lap covered with a towel begging for money on the street}


so far my favorite is when the hotel manager asks if my craze visa is in fact a picture of my friend


palms of feet now bracelets

he said he would call the police


crow wonders what would happen if he choked too hard, but never says anything

spider marathons under the glass


the orphanage freezes mound caw ensembles who

lose his parents in a tsunami and live in the basement of the monastery

asking me to buy him books


10.13.13 062

my back sweat                  is a sunday babe

like aversion

proud swell black

where we get set

walking thing

waking up names of

plastic plastic

fence accents

liquor blend

fab cresskiss

scripts been “cum

“better cant

tell my pulse



sand plastic fulminous breadth

(set nudes are a almost killed and then i simply had to learn

few processes managing wild flowers



there thanking thinking making crazy love to sooth

unwrapped in a play

cement when we edit

treat it, with care

a few in the signing back

she tells me I was in her dream

imagination of a syndrome


10.12.13 025