The traffic on the 405
sounds like an alien wind
tonight
sifting through the empty honeycombs
where life once was

Suddenly I knew ( Read more... )

What you write is more afraid of you
than you are of it
so why don't I torment my villagers nightly?
instead of lying
dead awake
in a place of solitude I haven't put much thought into describing

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Wanderers this morning came by ( Read more... )

Want a secret? she asked.
Asked as if it was something mixed in among the popcorn kernels at the bottom of a bag
something in blue-plastic that was too tacky for her own fingers.

I had to think about it.

There doesn't seem much that I couldn't have heard about by now
and if there was, the chances were slim that it was either important or relevant
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He smoked to make the poetry flow again
like butter, he imagined it
but then he forgot about how it would feel
to create
and his shoulder blades would itch
like a memory

oh, unused anatomy!
how will you ever evolve in time
to blend in with all the beautiful beasts?

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You walk in from your mother's balcony ( Read more... )

may your tendons become limp ( Read more... )

a slice of cake
on a single plate
has the most perfect geometry
of any two shapes
to ever meet.

I FUCKING LOVE THE SOUND OF YOU SLEEPING