I have two eyes Which eye find hard to believe
The myth of myself on this side of somewhere Truth on the cusp Sweat in the air Dear strangers sweet tingling Helping me across the shelf Dirty work shirts displaying sun baked health Edmonton was all we had Vintage Korean war cap Di lap i date ed SUV with my rail buddy Matt
Horrible Stories in Places I Can't Afford
Short arms Short attention No dedication Fake aspiration Desperate substitutions Personal brain prostitution Cheap rent my guts out to brandy and vodka, you filthy foreign whores Horrible stories in places I can’t afford unless I’m somewhere on the edges of the poor side of Chinatown. I am cast away to try and figure out what it all means Arturo, you are with me I think...
The wine kind
Immortal velvet people held hostage by sex give their money to clad instincts they would never understand One bottle keeps me company on the fire escape We both talk about how we are empty, I feel sorry so I give it my cigarette butt The rained on chair gets nothing because he always folds
What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what’s real. You...– Terence Mckenna (via divineisinyou)