116.

my fantasy lover is writing me a letter from someplace not-too-far so he can get back tonight just after dark and the wind will be brisk for august the sky will be purple more so than usual for this hour of night every day his mind envelopes another color i haven’t seen before and he spends all morning trying to explain it in fragmented english

does it disgust you how vividly i imagine him every day another body another pigment a different kind of sigh under his breath the thing i love about him most is i will never meet him and his face will always be a composite of past and future lovers but i know it’s real i love him i love him i love him i’ll love him until the idea of him dies and is buried in a jar in the recesses of my mind ultimately a slave to my manic  sensibilities

26 July 2013 (108.)

green    eyes    blue 

c    o   l    l    a      r 

background  hands

on my ass at the gr

ocery store i know

he prefers her taste

but i hope it  grows

to leave an insipid b

urn on his little pink

t    o    n    g    u    e.

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you don’t understand i’m a very tumultuous human underneath these sincerely enthusiastic personas, boringly melancholy and very much alone ever since we never left brooklyn behind us just like that with a a tip of the hat a point of the dancer's toe a flick of the non-existent cigarette into the palms a future lover

evergreen

don’t blink

you might miss him falling out of love

with the person you are or the per-

son you were or the person

tomorrow

reading the newspaper’s comic

book section ashing your

cigarette into his

undercooked pan-

cake breakfast

just because he likes 

to do all the things stoners

like to do does not

make him a stoner okay

okay okay then?

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running two skinny tires over squirrel tails

sifting through f5 debris

this is what we die for man this is

fission one hundred twenty miles per hour

one hundred degrees on the back of your neck

one hundred reasons to close your eyes and 

not ever open them for anybody

no matter who tells you

it’s okay because

it’s not,

okay?

01001010.

my chest snaps and sizzles like a tightly-wound snare

for you and if you wanted you could put your fist in-between my 

breasts and open up my sternum like a resternotomy saw

Haiku II

Pretty girl you are
Always smiling I want to
Set your hair on fire