

Washgot my eyelash caught on a shell, saw the ocean through a pinhole.Wash
soggy and groggy i drink an orange soft sky.
slept on the beach, just like that.
with the tide coming in, slow roar, i dream thin. kicking sand i form fins.
joggy and froggy i think and trip, my legs tie.


Disaster or DreamThere is sand in my mouth. I am cras||||hing against the dunes, biting off more than I can erode.Disaster or Dream
My teeth sink and surround rocks (someone screams but my eyes are too far in the sky) and I'm blind with a light it seems that I am providing.
I try to hear anything but crumbling, grinding, tumbling, gnashing. But I breathe too heavily and my spit muffles everything.


CleanerThis is my dust. It has fallen from my skin in my house mixd with my hair and dirt from my fingers as they clawd at soil in my yardCleaner
This is my wind gatherd from sighs and yawns and now it fills my room with a tornado. All my past exhaustions.
All missing threads from clothing all crumbs out of cookies and all dead bugs, Flying.


gloaming gleaming"i lost my breath," the air whispered.gloaming gleaming
the shore whistled, sandpaper bristled
shoulders heaving, i cough spirits.
they speak or groan or grumble moans
these ghosts, they say just "yes" or "no"
or one letter at a time, slow.
these ghosts, they speak without a sound
in dust patterns or soil unturned
or where fire glows or when blood slows
or where leaves crack or when sight lacks.
these ghosts recite bible passages


methylenedioxymethamphetaminecoming down from ecstasy (since you don't know) is like coming home from vacation, too early.methylenedioxymethamphetamine
coldest day in a stupid-warm january I get up, close the door the rest of the way.
why do we keep coming here to party? -this cheap hotel, week after week, with its obvious unchanged sheets, tvS blaring through the paper thin dividers. where we find needles by the nightstand with drawers that store no more than dust, not even a bible, empty as a head can get, filling gradually by the end with our garbage. where that splotch on the wall
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What's up brotha.
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