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  • Jef Les Deux Magots Tells Me

    Jef les deux magots tells me rich fought james here no noise no one wanted here a scaly oak into the icy glare of sunset on eagle’s wing versus don’t play hogwarts legacy there’s a mod for that a haiku of drag down racing streets seven foot wide with a tedious grin similar to the…

    March 8, 2023
    poetry
    art, history, language, literature, paris, photography, poetry, san francisco
    Jef Les Deux Magots Tells Me
  • The Propane Tank Shimmering Gold Balloon

    The propane tank shimmering gold balloon around its trench coat cotton belt its big bone boy the bulb above apartment eight erupts sans riddim.

    February 18, 2023
    poetry
    America, balloon, bird, hyperrealism, leica m, pigeon
    The Propane Tank Shimmering Gold Balloon
  • No Matter How Well You Play

    No matter how well you play your children die before you your spouse divorces you you lose a few wars one of your trusted council unceremoniously murders you many bad things happen to you history is messy it’s all design.

    February 13, 2023
    poetry
    dodge, kitchen design, philosophy, photography, poetry, technology
    No Matter How Well You Play
  • Twirl 100 (An Aside)

    This is it this is the book all the poems beside the photos all tabulated with the right poetic references both pure and imagined the reading now and this in the sad score o the violence to the breath and spine that was what i came here to say.

    January 14, 2023
    poetry
    burrows, Eileen Myles, enjambment, leica, photography, poetry, publishing, time travel
    Twirl 100 (An Aside)
  • Acid Bark Of Petroleum Too Waste

    For Rocco Acid bark of petroleum too waste imagine never overhanging the city snake colossal hiss kisses armed icon retching sky too on feasting dawn i at the heart regret ever in this sour game the chaplain’s ten point star strewn too scenes too entertain too stretch too reflex too glacier too gamble too gone…

    January 6, 2023
    poetry
    art, death, language, memorial, memory, philosophy, photography, poetry, trauma
  • Abnegate Sunrise Slaughters Endless New Grief

    Abnegate sunrise slaughters endless new grief fear finally finally self reclaimed from the scree come back and synchronize it is a new day inside a new day inside.

    January 3, 2023
    poetry
    America, death, language, leica, literature, midlife crisis, philosophy, photography, poem
  • Which Was Tantamount To Actuation Which

    Which was tantamount to actuation which was overwhelmed by the weight of the black wall’s shadow which was an aged yellow tag on a cheap bag of pencil mustaches which was ellen burstyn and john mcaffee sweetly singing into still black coffee in the early nineties which was unable to stop laughing which was beauty…

    January 2, 2023
    poetry
    America, christmas, death, gas station, language, philosophy, photography, poetry, technology
  • Strangle Me In Thee Ballistic Aire

    Strangle me in thee ballistic aire of boston electric gagosian of invalidating fences employed to describe whatever you desire preprogrammed plague innocuous hebrew pockets distributed as though sewn into the bottom of the ocean by whom unhinged shocking applier of starts and brakes over intelligence or proximity america decides everyone was used to the name…

    December 14, 2022
    poetry
    America, contemporary, etymology, fine art, modernism, Painting, poem, surrealism
  • Grenzsituation Genuflection The Crisis In Berlin

    Grenzsituation genuflection the crisis in berlin looks cool as hell get ahead of yourself these are my conditions a density of stimuli providing vehicles through time astounds the professor though people come and grow in a room full of michaelangelos as the tail begins its lion’s taming steps in on or what if it’s just…

    December 9, 2022
    poetry
    America, art, death, language, Mac Miller, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry, technology
  • My Other Remix Oh Holy Tessera

    My other remix oh holy tessera to proclivities in decline like ever fluttering hearts who demand favors of long elbowed sanctuary as if anything were permanent but presumptuous dances and idiots who have plucked vertical suspenders from the eerie sandstorm suspending something echoing riots around ten oh seven pee em swims the first three epochs…

    November 27, 2022
    poetry
    art, death, democratic forest, etymology, language, literature, philosophy, photography, prose poem
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