You could say that I was waiting around for god, sitting on the steps of a church this morning in santa monica, before ten a.m., freshly pricked, tea in hand. Was there for about two minutes and this guy comes strolling along, him and his red corduroys don't look at me, but as he passes, he certainly, cleary says "your sense of humor sometimes ( Read more... )

i love my alarm clock
'cos it wakes me like the last dying breath
can wake an audience
that has been asleep
since the last time someone touched them
without the sip of courage behind it.
i, i, i, i, i, i
i am truly amazed that you remain as
the taste in
my mouth.

To All of the Apothecaries ( Read more... )

come over to play -> come over to watch tv -> come over to hang out -> go get get drinks

i was stopped at a red lighted intersection right after mid station switch, music blaring, had a second to return a text so i did, only to look up with the feeling that someone was watching. I spin my head to notice a spanish woman in this big escalade, smiling hugely and sincerely at me, and that's when i realized i was blaring some music with a ( Read more... )

get up out of a sleepless bed, grab a shovel, dig a hole and help edge my hesitant roots into the post-it note reminder of mother nature, let the tide carry you, at least for a little.

in thinking backwards, it was no boat on an afternoon, and unless one of us were to hop off a high horse or one of us were to grow an inch or two, we will never see eye to eye. these words may cling more than i intend for them to, as i am beginning to no longer need the company, in the night, of the light left on.

It will be as if the split ends of your rich electricity sway in from the left of the night, an open window, on a decaying third floor, the delicate balance of freeadventure and fleececomfort. She will cling to satin and draw an inky song up from the mute, a puff that was raspy, a cherry focused yet starved. She was a half and then a whole and ( Read more... )

1. second accident (not my fault), squishish car, i <3 seatbelts, terrified of the agape ( Read more... )

swallowed sum circles, cleaned my room into a piece of art, a cockroach crawled up my jeans (for real, from the inside, ten sad faces), a chunk of my hair got caught in your coat's zipper and i think i stepped a little too far forward. realized maybe the ideal is total nonsense and i cannot use you solely for my promiscuity, that's not nice, even ( Read more... )