July 2012
June 2012
I have two eyes
Which eye
find hard to believe
2 tags
Dilapidated SUV
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
Leonard Cohen
1 tag
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...
1 tag
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)
