MallarmÊ spent most of his life in relative poverty being famed for salons but i can’t read him cause my french is spotty. And it would be disgraceful, like trying to eat spaghetti in front of a youtube video of pasta the world of pasta being endless. the tradition going all the way back to paleolithic times.
dear john thank you for letting me stay in your apartment when i was 19 i redecorated in my mind i thought that reupholstering a whole couch wasn’t a big deal
Status Update 1. insipd longing, I wrote it in the tool bar, not to be confused with tooling which you always do on leather. inspired banging, now that’s better I chuckled haha, i’m writing poems for the retards, i’m a retard, and this is just a memory. -2. the chromium used to dye the hides of cow and many animals could turn my own stretchy skin yellow or aubergine, a color you say goes well with my pale coloring. i’d never wear purple, I look at you like you’re crazy. and then I think of Barney, and how purple is the color that they gave to fags.
allow me to bring you up to the present, where a guy with wrap around sunglasses touches me, my hand.
Cellophane
Bring me there, my fear will Only my fear, my fear, only wash my feet I will In your places of churchy things hilarious, Hilarious in the face of the magnificence of Evil. Your churchy things magnificent in the face of tv, tv which is free, being everywhere it calls, and I answer its call.
in that mouth a rock is carried not the rock of ages no just a rock, a paultry excuse for a ferry across the land to the lair of anubis the go.
Holey
having follow thru’s important why does it matter it matters whose life is it & would you say dyin in a cabin in some mega thriving sanctuary or on the street, no friend having breathed the last breath having really done something by doing nothing you kid, life just flows just through you through you a sieve sputters butter whose line is it I havin followed through w follow-through? dying in a cabin you kid, life just flows just flows through you dying, having some breath some breathing through a sieve but you
another time I wanted to tell you was with myself pretty ordinarily was standing in the patio grass outside the concrete screened porch but we put tiles down and we even had a fan.
PSA/PES
& then the dog comes! Galloping in the cold air, having shut itself outside of itself, being ground. The dragqueen’s lair becomes full of naked guys in speedos swaying to 60’s copa cabana music, her brow being filled, her brow a filled honchy gondola, & a cup. is killing me softly with her song with copa, copa cabana, transforming the meat to guest, my oven face, a dog. I own him, his pelt so good is a potato fry in its slide from potato to fry. I was there like I couldn’t believe it, that I knew how to light a match! Takes one to know one so, chasing hands 5 holding hands cherub peepees held in hand round necks with flowers halt as razor thin legs toothpicks through them a bent peace sign ablaze a bent boy with a visor so. Dark forces have been chasing me!! says into toilets with balmy boys, n feathers. Wrapping soft choking hands with manicure On the lens whose sheen of opalescence hammers me.
*PES=Pes ktorý šteká nehryzie **(Boys in Brooklyn have drugs for their STDs Now)
i loved you months ago and now you’re a little bird flying at me i see that you’re a little bird while months ago i thought wow, a big bird in litle bird clothes.
let us take there the fact that you are currently underemploying all five star restaurants on your hand with its grubby little fingers two hands two restaurants a chicken on the barbie.
one eyed green eyed
u know, everybody wants to talk about viginia woolf and how she offed herself in a lake her pockets super laden with hot rocks. but what i wanna know, those rocks, How did they feel?-How does it feel? to be moved from a place of your origin over the years so much so that a woman picks up a rock, you the rock, having been separated from the larger substance of Rock, maybe having floated in a river. or have been privy to somebody sniffing a finger u didn’t waant it...And now, like an oven someone sticks their head in, you don’t want to be the weapon of destruction.
without your consent you’re killing everything and everyone your nature being killer Rock. supposing we could argue If something don’t have legs how do you kill it? if it’s a thing, n is it? do you really believe it? that a thing could be without magic just a place for you well I
She gave me her card. Brooklyn. Ghana. Catskills.
please don’t i can’t this soup tastes like a really horrible memory, n this poem will torture you with similes or horrible alliteration while in the meanwhile on a dock, here’s a duck, in a muck, That coughs. cause i couldn’t think of a duck that didn’t cough, or wasn’t being a totally weird lingering creep. all the animal kingdom is like this trap of miss please you nasty n spare a quarter, so please deliver me i says you, and the you that hears listens and splits.
Thank you for your consideration.