"I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of"
my coffee black like Miles
my Martini clean and dry
my Ruger SP-101 .357 in a Galco ankle holster
my Bond Connery or Craig but Moore was the first
1977 means Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind
my neurons forming and signaling and receiving
a night I couldn't sleep
a drive-in theater in my skull
hyper-drive streaks blast marks too precise
tie-fighters impacting on the surface
my Saturday afternoons Star Trek reruns
photographing Lego masterpieces
that B-29 super fortress I never finished
my New Order Substance
my Smiths The Queen is Dead
on cassette tape
I was kicked out of a club once I think
and called the bouncer an asshole
I was told he was 2 steps from going Chuck Norris
we probably went to see a DraG Queen show after
or composed mad manifestos on drink napkins with a black fountain pen
when you're drunk everything is amplified now but sketchy later
in my dream the great whale wars of 2012
Hope Sandoval riding a humpback across the edge of the sea
her battle cry a series of guttural tones at 163 decibels
when the calendar ends water logged covered in barnacles
goo goo g'joob
warm inventions: Mole Sauce, Neko Case, Irish Whiskey
an orchid wants you to make love to it NOW
adaptation crustacean foucault pendulums
no matter the universe is the iris in a cat's eye
postal cereal moon beans spacial doorstop
opulent mess whiskers petals animals scents
"methodically knocking people's hats off"
that's the goal
drowning in buoyant chaos
last words on the rocks
- me
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