inside

she yells as me to look at the moon

and I wonder if there is a dog ring

(it will always feel like a church

in my turtle neck)

and I have always been me

even on slime time

or at thanksgiving

or shabbat at st. john's

I wasn't afraid of anything

but there was a pulsing in my ears

plus tension in my elbows

something still creeping about needles

I know what it would take to be good

to be polished and flowing

but somehow knowing is enough

knowing my veins are soft is enough

Half-Dave's

I did once but grew tired of existing

My sweetheart there

was like a strange orange cat
we were both born in summer

and I feel like a spiral
there's no meat in here anymore

is summer ever actually

as orange as autumn 

or yellow as November

I wish I could remember all the things

I was hearing this weekend

sensing in the air
but I kept just nodding off on his chest

knowing it was ok

Carburetor Vivaldi. Kona my brother

my Cheshire cat 

all spiraling and spiraling

out and back out and back
with moments of great hope

I trust you

I don't know what this means
I'm getting you confused
with someone else
who I confused you with
everyone will hate me soon

for my designated role on the first 

season of This is a Family Disease

A sleepy performance 

…Imma shove it back to

  where it don’t snow

….

then what? HeH?

    Imma shove it back all the way

back to Thanksgiving… heh??

…

I think that correctional officer had an evil twin

  I don’t usually find a girl’s tractive

I look and look

 but it is no where to be found

see red

 

I'm tasting blood in my mouth
 O negative and O positive
New York City does

 look like 1970 today

steamed black and wet

 under red string lights

pennies to Heaven

 in the bar’s mirrored ceiling

I’m hungry but drinking

 I’m sorry but sneaking

I shouldn’t be here

 in 1970

no one should be here

 my sissy so soft

burning it down

 trickle of deep trees

black redwoods

 red red woods

but black

 thank God you went home

I know our blue angel

 was seeing red too

right before he died

we’re all looking for that

 that True Black Meat

sometimes it is

 just truly tasteless

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post spa frags

there is something to love about the snow this morning
how it sticks to the trees but not the street
how it is the most exciting thing 
since november began

someone here makes the bathroom and the kitchen
smell the same







"You're beautiful at this, Quin!"
(Wii)








what do i respect?
a vest that matches my socks

2 dollars for the coconut-water-solo-stroll
through cobble hill at midnight
like cinderelly dressed to kill
like a rat on a train
amongst many men
so she wears turtle necks
and boxing brands
but orange socks

ankles are OK
after midnight









devil water tower
like maple shade
some troubled waters
bubble towers

what if i washed my sheets in there
yum
aqua clean

i go through phases when
washing my sheets
is very important to me








it is like what i am trying to say
is coating the archway to a room
coating the ceiling and tops of the walls
what i am thinking in my dreams
coats that archway

pre spa

how come i keep on thinking about montreal
while i write about the studiolo
about what is real and
what is numerically proportionate
and how the very special wood inlay
techniques create light and shadow
but then what about the real light
natural light
through the natural windows?
what is more real:
the darkness of the wood
or the direction of the grain
or the naturally real windows
inside

maybe because montreal is old

and i feel older now that it is 
october again 
and the nights are getting windy
and pumpkins are around
montreal is not like israel 

el al

and the studiolo is extremely 

the oldest
jeruselem too
and my grandma too
but the studiolo

blind country

Princess Diplomacy

a junkie couple eating Whoppers

on the train with eyelids falling heavy
rolling their eyes like the Whoppers

Choco brown
Powder pink
wearing nice jewelry
looking clean and smoothed out
like Whoppers rolled over in the mouth

St. Michael tastes metallic

maybe you just aren’t as tannic
in that certain kind of way
simplistic colors

a diner is good for seeing yourself in
there are boys who smell wrong
like an ingrown message

but November is new

necessarily so

a world a glimmer or a flower

Falling back on me

Facing backwards on the train

With the College short skirt high shoes

Closing my eyes and
The word carburetor is the perfect word 

Like a Warm carburetor

Falling asleep on a cold car ride

Carburetor fills me to think about

Carburetor

Maybe it's fucked up but it's how I feel

Someone stole his scaffolding 
at one of his garages

He couldn't find it 

Sam is using all intuitions 

Haha Yeah buddy It's all about 
intuitions am I right

Coors light? Haha Coors light?

Bottles and cans ya dick
Haha way to go buddy

Sometimes I wonder 

What it takes to be a frond

Are you really my frind
Blue tiles and white 

All Buy my self 

in this magic moment

a Dark Leaves feeling 

Black cat spring

sesame oil sister

It's getting colder 

I'm calling you
Warm my blood and 

green my eyes  

I can't not sleep on the train
it sounded like she was saying
They sent me a men's fragrance or

They Franced me a red segment
or This miss for five bucks 
I miss you

are you kidding me

met today

in the morning my left eye is foggy

like the left windowpane 

frosted wet by the heat and the night

there is still a good view

on the right side

i am a fan of doing the same thing again and again

when there is a view

it is the same as doing a new a thing

i plan on being outside a lot

all the boys’ dark rooms

I’ve been in love with

I’m sleeping on those 

like smoke

lay in thick layers

catty corner kitchen

low bed on faux

fake cobblestone

red wax and red wine
faux French fun

one born deleuze
learning me things

with the speakers
up so so loud and

the Florida water

on his coffee cream

dark dark curl

    That’s natural

me and my sister

remember remember

there are so many dark boys

and their rooms that we love

to be in 
   so like 
sandalwood

the albino eyelashes

all hologram green

and basketball orange

bathed in translucence

he’s sleeping I’m seeing

sugar-cane stalks

so soft and light

one giant hundo

the rug made of money

the leaves outside

make him wish it existed

    butter and pink

alright

A Woman's Hundred Years

   Green, green riverside grass,

    Lush, lush willow in the garden,

    Sleek, sleek a girl upstairs,

    White, white faces her window,

    Fair, fair her rouge and powder

I'll probably never 

make it to 

the brief history

I'm padding out

bedroom shoe

        As a punishment for 

        her attempted murders,

        a pair of glowing-hot 

        iron shoes are brought

        forth with tongs and 

        placed before the Queen.

        She is forced to step into 

        the burning shoes and 

        to dance until she drops 

        dead.

it’s true we’re already so soft

so be sharp and love

 it’s so hard to be sharp

leaves in Le Tourbillon

 La fall leaves all round

smoking leaves that linger

 warm angel couture

cigarette ettes

 a couture for sharp loving

that leaves my ring finger

 a big glimmering in it~~

a baseball diamond

 gravel is pervasive and

the rough is dusted

 that moon is so catchy

last night

last night 

I spent a long long time

looking for the Anne Frank Restaurant