instant communication of fucking ideas, and ideals, and idiosyncrasies; sweat shirts someone might buy, and people that might someday be saved ( Read more... )

"anything will help" in black permanent marker. i suppose the plea is permanent. driving over speed bumps, incentive to slow down. a man and a woman. i roll down my window, he steps over with his sign by his side, and says anything will help, fifty cents - anything. i hand him ten dollars and the man, balding and bearded and tough and sun burnt, ( Read more... )

somberhills and giant granite unclesunder the rock,there'sasnake and under that rock, there's a carnival. charlie hadambitions when he was 9.

we live in a veritable desert. and she has no voice, and she is in the cracks. where the concrete begins, and the traffic sounds like ocean. there are no cracks! she is motion sickness.
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charity field - crank is the best"

made it ok, everything's ok, made it ok, everything's ok.

in new mexico, presents for my dad and gerren. some incense and a rock from a navajo man who said his name was geronimo, but he may have been lying.

spoon music table manners. wrapped things

early morning tingle, when the plane shakes the pipes.

it comes about and it was inside but now it is outside, far away outside -t he houdiniof my place ( Read more... )

work, on three hours of sleep. sorting mail, answering phones.

pompeii , is that what you saved? what if there were compact cars that became meteors and zoomed away? is that what you saved? the smell, the taste, the experience, is that what you saved? the text on the mirror, radio in the car, shy stare out the window, and the viable vial of empathy, is that what you saved ( Read more... )