love
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QUOTE, draft 100520131220
unlicked filth on bentbranch fingers & a chemical thin residue lean waits to be pleased across his mottled brow & thensudden cheekbone spikes no gleam. despite his mottling hair a swamp alive & long ago wet precious & fragile as a cradle unprintable man loved at impossible distance and when & when wise brown eyes…
body, book store, diction, draft, fiction, hair, illicit, literature, love, napalm, observation, oil, physical, poems, poetry, public relations, smart, spokesman, stone, streets, sweat, syntax, talisman, topography -
QUOTE, draft 092720131931
It’s a gift, reading your smells, the Oils on long green fingers, distinguished From the chemical thin residue Leans, waiting to be pleased Across yr brow, the sudden spike Of cheekbones. There’s no Smell there, despite — Yr hair, swamp alive & long ago wet, precious & Fragile. You, an unprintable man Loved at an…
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sinuous rills [draft, 033020131336]
crack the association, windows holding something back curtains cutting social tongues, an uncaged robin blinds like bobbins scored spooled around with money i’m hungry because i’m bored i’m a cave shadow collapsing, honey you can do this, put one foot in front of the other remember that the eye is the you, capitalized blinds bobbing…
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untitled, 092920121223
it’s not enough to be clever; each little sound byte performance padded; deeper philosophies cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is a poem if not a poem; a hard tea-thin blade dimpling the pink precious flesh of yr mother’s throat oh to bring her back; oh to save her; a poem —
art, audio, depression, desperation, entertainment, journal, lessons, life, literature, loss, love, meaning, media, mom, mother, poem, poetry, sadness, safety, self-doubt, self-help, sound, women -
untitled dreambook entry, 09122012xx
[i keep a blank moleskine next to my bed. i’ll wake up in starts and jot words, ideas. recently i rolled out of bed and found this entry. i’m not sure who wrote it. very weird. very minor editing.]
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super villain, no. 1 [draft]
Firstly, I’m begging— please stop —Let’s settle this: I’ve done nothing With my life &Deserve no thickly patAcross a hunched back Ten fingers, ten toesLove music, hate snowMiddle class, average nose So, quit it with the praise.Here’s my escape plan — no matter how bad it seemsfor me, hold the ambulances: [090320122231]
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“Proof that cinema is 50 years behind all other arts,” [draft]
The brain function! each line flirting dangerously close to each above suburban new jersey tan sandy sandals skin cement The patterns repeating! another handsome man illuminates his jaw foreground becomes background the first assistant cameraman earns his sleep and Fellini’s big toe is bleeding again On the third re-write: “Terrible! …
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Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]
time fogs a feather in her handwriting falls faintly beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror … covalent glyphs dribble down my chin the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes sun swirling across pepperbright skin … “what do you mean he kissed a leper? “what’s the point in that? you…
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