Wednesday, June 25, 2014

seasons past

I lost my Saturday blue week 3 pill on the ground


playing with dead things

cream leggings

with a mint

"go around bitch"

boulder trail

5 great smiles

or styles

this girl with the pretzels she eats one square at time butter pretzels zip locking the bag after each square chewing slow and unziplocking for another butter and then ziplocking again crunch then mush
if i even began to look her way
her eyes beat me to it
even if i looked at her reflection in the window
she already knew
zip lock zip lock square butter

on the 4 with all big to medium sized men
who didn't care about halloween
at all
this is my favorite holiday

i spent the night on trains like a song
angry with the city

flavored gloves

i am in love with time in this way that i fantasize about chronology

there isn't enough light around here
people are trying to do things
it is not the mountains
it is the gray area where snow is the worst
in the city the heat and the crowds
take care of all that and
int the mountains
there is no care to take
here its dark and cold and we shovel
because people have gray
things to do
flashlight friends

catcall banana
this is the creepy face

paranoid about the different temperatures
of my different body parts
as i drive the burning oil
smelling mountain valley

the glass house with the good stuff in the
pacific palisades
it is like aladin or just
the 20th century on the coast
los ángeles it is like
the glass house is just
containers stacked

how the grass is colder than you are
like summer nights back east
fire flies