I’m wishing for YUNG LUV
I am so supermassive

It’s a tale of ancients
This alternative love medley

Sapa Inca

when you turn —
lip sync the dead

it’s travel

listen for
the slow mountains

I’m your age
I’m not your age

my roommate
tells me
I’m not me
because all my
cells are new

it’s like watching nascar
no it’s like water
exactly

ess effem

poet laureate of the space between the bottom of the couch and the floor

hot tamale between the faces of people on public transit in San Francisco

white hot language surfer

the grass blades talking to the train tracks

alternatively

cool fat cat on skis

the tree in your backyard

every collar on your collared shirts

the second button on your favorite shirt

your fifth drug test

your bunk drugs

the planet hiding behind the sun

odd future knows how 

i look long in mirrors

odd future knows how

nature discovers

odd future knows how

my friends hold hands when

odd future knows how

we have spines

odd future knows how

backseats inspire

odd future knows how

america folds up 

odd future

HELLO TO THE DEATH BABIES

NU DESIGNERS

POST PACIFIC CRUSH CORE

THE YOUNG YUNG FOOLS

AND THE LUVERS

CAPSLOCK KINGS

CROWS AND CONUNDRUMS

"Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket" (1874)by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

"Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket" (1874)
by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

My fatigue comes from various sources but you can see it in windowsills and in stairwells on slow warm days in California. It is this phenomenon that brings crows into existence, the big ones that you can find at the laundromats under fluorescent lights that turn off when you look the other way. As a result, the dusk impending. I am blankets and narrow and house plants, which reminds me of taking pictures with strangers in places I’ll never know. The world retreats and parries; the moon is content with this; the midlands of America.