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time is the solvent in which 
truth is extracted

the mountains are blue today

last night I wanted to climb out of me

I took an extra pill and listened to 

a bird documentary from under the covers

images from mountain tops

over the city of Los Angeles

to invoke radio broadcasting

it's not fair to me, that open window

feeling I desire so desperately

when I hear a harp or a chime

hot with a breeze

just the wind and I

stone me with precious stones

sometimes I want that too

what made you glitter?

nothing, there's nothing to be taken from me

Darkest purple leaves on the jasmine vine
Stomach on the fritz because wine last night

I kept thinking on the table

that she was communicating with my body in a language I don't know

that she could translate between us, my body and myself

and I felt different characters pass through me who I was too

I felt them wanting to be someone else 

and I that I could help them 

White flower that doesn’t smell like it looks in my pocket
Wind in my hair in the parking lot
Laying down on the cement

Laying down in the wellness room 

She said she doesn't feel like we always connect

did a gesture to mean just scratching my surface

I can't help the buffers I create 

She can't either and knows it

I can walk back to my desk

with my eyes entirely closed

I've got a feeling

and it's walking

warping*

Feb 14

it rained all night 
now there is so much 
real or mechanical bird song
spiral in my arms 
if we could just be here
my wires pulsing 
real or mechanical birdsong 
I’m older but younger now
I wish that for everyone
I shower in the morning and use both 
the dove and the rose spray
and the musk 
both real and unreal scented 
bionic eye disks to see the mountains 
seeing the mountains keeps me sane
just coffee and silver cigarettes before noon
just 15 minutes of sunshine
but the fields billow and the real
or mechanical birds sing
the mosquito hawks propagate
rising up from the grass at me in pairs
floating through the chain link

a.t.p.2

I don't fit at my desk

struggling with where my hands go

each task I take on

is slicing up the time

trying to fit into an outline 

just in front and to the right of me

they said there was no future

but after all we're in it 

in it together

after all I know now

I was bitten by angels

when I feel limited

I think of the point you make

of gathering sunlight

of keeping the windows wide 

of batting cages and

upside-down cake

to be in your car

really feeling the road 

sunlight overarching

two spot rainbows

on either side of the sky

I'm happy thinking about 

us each looping the new song

remotely, respectively

life is

it's never what you think it's for

and I can't seem to say it all

and I have to write or 

I'll never know

I'll never know 

but I have to write

dream with frosted orange 

glass zippo shaped like one half

of a butterfly wing

then my alarm

goes off and simultaneously

a map of all my 

relationships spreads out 

in my mind

Miracle of the Rose

they say you have to burn to shine

there's one of every type of cloud in the sky

the truth is like a stray angel

he thought it was a bird tattooed on his chest

but it was a woman's face with hair spread out like wings

this allegedly dead world sleeps unrestingly

do I prefer akathisia

or sleep paralysis

every day just sort of cracks

all these songs without words

walk to 218 Younglove for lower blood pressure 

excavating the past in my phone photos

love made and unmade

the feeling of motion in my limbs 

it will make me overshoot my efforts 

I’ve dropped the cake before I pick it up

the gravity and grace of it all