all of us

we’re all in love or we all want to be in love or we’re all lonely or we’re all afraid or we’re all waiting for our lives to start or we’re all looking at pictures of roses and pretty girls or we’re all writing down the funny things that people around us say or we’re all watching TV shows from our youths or we’re all worrying about money or we’re all worrying about never finding someone or we’re all trying to find the haircuts that work for our faces or we’re all trying to show off or we’re all trying to go faster or we’re all spending all day in bed or we’re all complaining about our jobs or we’re all sad or we’re all at the beach or we’re all turning the lights on or we’re all sitting on benches or we’re all doing our taxes or we’re all reading the newspaper and shaking our heads and thinking “i need to help” or we’re all cutting up t-shirts or we’re all in love or we’re all lonely

smaller squares

turn pants inside out write till the windows close on their own and sticky paint means little to none bandanas full of body moisture rags full of tears that didn't make it to the unicorn correcting my words before they come out escape escape es-cah-pay let it swim swim be be let it be be let it fuzzes buzzes nonsense none-sense pillows folding into squares smaller and smaller till everything necessary and un- can fit into this box of a room wings wings alas alas wings alas in flight don't have the patience to don't have the patience to gotta go gotta go will you let me go be? in my own geometry?

float actively

jonah samson

finding the smallest spaces large, heavily tapestried and stinking of earths. digging hoe fingers into the rows between planted hairs taking lobes into my most patient of mouths. leaving coffees sitting on the scattered surfaces of a new old home, the smallest of shared spaces. filling in shapes with my own. putting the flowers and pinks where i want them to be. spending the money it takes to get home. scissors the only sure extension of my warm weather hands. hearing the buzz of the bathroom from far down the hall. shouting sneezes through the stairwells. begonias on my window sill. taking songs into my hands. laced up the leg. what will we do, come thursday night? flat heeled on the tile, then raised up on the worn balls of my feet as a wiggledance i create to better fill the space when i brush my teeth. hands feeling through cotton the cold felt by the heat. implied dome. hang a lightbulb from the ceiling; what an idea!

give me more than thirty seconds after//coughing green//plugged in left out of the refrigerator//sticks laid out side by side by side in boxes clamped crimped closed//swaddling scarves//velcro//i promise to try//not forever//a fever//a bookstore//squared bottles and laced threaded smaller headed pillows on the floor two mattresses the pillows on the floor//songs for me i'd have to tell you what to choose//but dancing all night but dancing all night collapse collide dancing all night where are you//you are a fever//don't do what's good for me don't i never do what's good for me and make me want it//hollers down the hallway shut up shut up shut up//cardboard walls and xacto knives and club meetings at night//tell me a story//you like me best when you//smilesmilesmilesmile on me smile all over me damn damn leash//you've got me on a leash a damn damn leash and it's hard enough to be my damn self//plugged in lizard skin guitar noises and those cardboard walls pipe noises pipe dreams pipes telling me i'm stupid to sleep pipe noises pipe dreams pipes hollering at me to sleep

street thoughts

photo from lookbook

when immediate problems become underlying problems

when immediate problems meet underlying problems

when underlying problems meet immediate problems

the way an eye works

the way eyes work together

strong feelings towards other drivers on the highway

her mom used to take really beautiful photographs

I have the skinny

certain street signs make me very sad

"Mass Highway Underwater Operations"

looking away at the last second from things like roadkill

so much chrome

black lace lining my suitcase

it's amazing how the right constellations can make you feel

jazz music and fantasy - the American dream

my American dream

coffee-tinted vision

//

 

nothing so pretty as icicles

"the ocean is not as inexhaustible as it may seem"

people don't really watch other people eat

you are old

six red lights

the music is cracking

we keep records off the radar

I think it'll be shapes

a chrome illusion, highly impressionable

//

birch trees, rooftops and snow

towards a mountain I'll never know.

people built these bridges,

people built these roads.

//

trees hanging tumbleheads over the highway

sun on the valley,

a warm spread of tangerine jelly

//

this is all I'll see today is trees - void

but for the sun jelly across the top twigs

and pegasus tails straight in the sky

beautiful rust and small window panes

the backs of hotels seen from a train

everything is dark & silhouettes & snow rubbed off of rooftops

I'm most scared of dangerous things, like staircases and wet bricks.

//

half a body submerged

blind contour

shoes like unicorns and shotguns on top of the fridge

her house is so nice

you can't buy that here

starlights

shivering machinery

smaller buttons

painted backs

words floating, slamming slowly into everything stationary

deliberate 

holding yourself a certain way so that you won't wake up

hanging flags from the ceiling

preposterous excesses

needing the cleaning

a promise of routine

blabber two

banana smear

navy nails

hot hip

scissors on the bed

beatles songs braided through speakers

needing to take all the photos down again

leopard legs, lemon legs

coffee cups coffee cups coffee cups

living a floating life, a flying life never landing

and to lay a chemical head on the pillow.

blabber one

smell like cats in the rain before you sharpen your nose

paint chunky, okay?

don't let grandmothers tell you what your face looks like

read books for hours before falling off cliffs

it's all right with me

jangle your keys, obnoxious fuck

woven tar warped on the floor don't step too hard, you might fall over

it's all right with me

where writing comes from in my head where where where can't see, won't watch

this is scattered i am scattered want to make out?

number 32 on a list too long for one plate spinning plates keep balances high in the air lucy come down from there

need to take my pills stay healthy stop exhausting myself oh wait

ding ding dong ding dong