truth is extracted
MEGA BED
Friday, February 23, 2024
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truth is extracted
Monday, February 19, 2024
Stomach on the fritz because wine last night
Wind in my hair in the parking lot
Laying down on the cement
Thursday, February 15, 2024
Feb 14
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
Monday, February 12, 2024
a.t.p.2
Tuesday, February 6, 2024
Miracle of the Rose
Tuesday, January 30, 2024
ford ranger
the cypress and oak
the green fields and the red fields
the way the white truck looks
in front of a house covered by a red and black striped termite tent
thoughts multiplying like needles in a haystack
peas under a mattress
when he plays dead
when he goes mute
& i roll him over to pull off his clothes
the hand painted signs multiply
memories careen off the path/past
flip off the mission bells
a hitchhiker standing still
the time I picked up a hitcher in king city
who smoked meth in my car
sun glinting off their horns
Friday, January 26, 2024
smoke letters
Thursday, January 18, 2024
capture:
Tuesday, January 16, 2024
sw
MRSDWVW
turning away its cheek in beauty
indeed the young are beautiful
Tuesday, December 26, 2023
oct - dec
Monday, December 11, 2023
bitten by angels
Wednesday, December 6, 2023
Monday, October 23, 2023
/ˈlakrəˌmōs/
Wednesday, October 4, 2023
irresistible experience
dream of seeing you in your life
dream that everyone looked old
dream that we congratulated each other
guess who’s opening their heart
guess who
is opening their heart
there was a crescent moon tonight made of paper
a digital sky
a dream that privacy felt scarce
dream i had time to bring my hitachi
but dream i was at your party too late looking for containers
to bring everyone home and
dream my identity was impossible to conceal so
i choose you
as my archivist
and you, my archeologist
excavate my photo booth
and faithfully, wash the gossip
dream we did it together when
a pure bold longing
to be gone filled him
and i said dream! it has filled me too
but it has
filled me too
and i spilled that it’s my last life
spilled it’s my last life all over your bed
as my conscious and un- met in one horizon
one horizon bobbing and blue
and you wept, for what?
but, i said, i just wanna fuck
and dream no one is home
i just wanna fuck because
i can love you from there
guess who
can love you from there
fortify me
don’t 11th hour me,
fortify me!
the easy slippage
of You—
(god)
all of you, with your milks
fortify me, bones, let me
sign your constitution
tour me around
your reality
walk me down the road and up the hill
bring me back to the staring sheep
churn to fuel the painfully simple
and draw my shadow with
confidence in the sun
don’t 11th hour me, convect me!
don’t let my dread whittle to an edge
don’t let my obsession get so smooth
waterproof my pants in the machine
and
kiss me like, like
I kiss you
let me play in the alphabet soup!
let me find language in the drain!
and on occasion,
save me a slice of joy from the spreadsheet
(Pleasure) Poem 1
must be
systemless
the circuit itself tired
a sound sculptural shell
who am I? to love
the mountain hanging over me
to drink its snow
she says deserve dear god,
as long as i’m evicted from myself
make me a silver ray of light
make me finish the body scan
make it all right side out
quitting the whole time til thighs
my nerves as pants no socks
mocked by the waterfalls I lay
on you in easy gratitude for your
bones, hold your feet
in my hands