A GUY'S WET VOICE ON THE RADIO
hearing blind people on graffiti
this blind guy's house
everybody tags
WET VOICE WITH THE BEDTIME BLUES
PIXEL SCREEN SPARKLING
saying 9 wells
twelve thousand times
heavy is the head
LIKE MIKE
GRAINY SOFT BUTTERING BLUE
NIGHT LIGHT
in our gray castle
heavy set in the desert city
we get gold squares
where the walls meet the floors
with scrambled night sleeps
smogged out in quartz
I beckon Genie
heavy in her knits
feeling the bunny body, still
stuck in the popular sand alongside the highway
she tells the princess she is so free
she has no peas
the princess rolls her window up and down
up 'til sundown
beach or mountains beach or mountains
I'm a libra bitch, beach
pieces of blue done left by the sun
spread thick like gloss
like peas in the knits
like freedom in a piece
morning and night keep being the same
on the kitchen (farm) table
too much such sour orange eating
full keeps blending with acid
sores in my corners
smiling?
frozen fruit on black
freezing on the white wall
this is a farm table and it could be two hundred fifty dollars
that is too bad
I am free
plus a two piece short
plus Princess, Genie, Fifty
we love them cause they're from new york
LIKE
like hearing wet libra
like liking my moon
