Thursday, August 19, 2010
Mount Fuji Apple
a mount Fuji apple is a flavor kabloosher one Godzilla high Tokyo trembles fruit juice floods Takashimaya Times Square Karen O sings a double rainbow of newts geckos and the most fabulous pomaceous flesh ever
Friday, August 13, 2010
kiwi spooned morning
kiwi spooned morning sweet earth's gift to us work is not my life evening washing black metal clean she's at Jakes watching the sun dip beneath the sound smoked porter one month after a family piece dies hard to explain music blood I won't back down nothing is as important as sweet sweet burning life I am not afraid of you and I will beat your ass how do you like me now?
Friday, August 06, 2010
what comes is better than what came before
read this today: Prozac pollution making shrimp reckless ~ as Lou Reed says "What comes is better than what came before" which I want to believe except that shrimp used to go about their business being shrimp writing novellas eating short cake now they drink pipping hot coffee while sashaying at the edge of the Mariana Trench
what comes is better than what came before i need water through my toes a straw hat crown a walking stick Gandalf staff two inflated tires a brain bucket thighs burning chest sucking no batteries nor windows nor clocks nor supposed to be ~ a sundown ride past old houses sunken lots stray cats chasing dogs wild flowers curb scuffs bus routes gutter weeds lotus and mint and people my friends my kin my loves in every direction plus strangers to meet later
your heart beats true and loud your own blood transports sublime melodies more than this more than this the tides bring new things twice a day
what comes is better than what came before i need water through my toes a straw hat crown a walking stick Gandalf staff two inflated tires a brain bucket thighs burning chest sucking no batteries nor windows nor clocks nor supposed to be ~ a sundown ride past old houses sunken lots stray cats chasing dogs wild flowers curb scuffs bus routes gutter weeds lotus and mint and people my friends my kin my loves in every direction plus strangers to meet later
your heart beats true and loud your own blood transports sublime melodies more than this more than this the tides bring new things twice a day
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