The cleverness of contests and contests taste like the best sirloin served at five in the morning to my wasted appetite– the habilimentless man, the overly-chastised figure of a faggot's passionfruit, the gnawed tywysog of mentiroso recalls. I never tire of being clever, and I never tire of being mean. But I do get tired of being sobered up and I hate the push of every urgent wake-up call. The waiting in between jobs and between pays is the worst, I guess? And when I do get paid, I get all that money and purge it out in things I've convinced myself I need: protein shakes of all the sorts of ...Read more
The landscape of Inferno has gotten only more beautiful by the day.
Drink! Drink for me, all you debauched souls. Non-committal and slovenly,
I am always looking for something to decipher by the altar of the Great Psychosis.
Pitstop Lover, I have lear'ned of your voluminous heart-kills:
The unreported unverifiables of Puerto Bolivar; your ricochets of ricotta;
The dendrological notes of the world's augmentors, and propellants;
The banished boy from Tulsa
Looking, staggering, resonating amongst the stagings of your ex's Ashkenazi hindsight;
Your practice as a Jina… They are all of me ...Read more
IT'S TIME TO RETIRE 'HEARTBREAKER' AS A COMPLIMENT.
something-something-onething in Latin; something-something-then-someplace Maria;
I have been hearing the latest neighbor mumbling by the wall with some new prayer; (well, at least
new to me, but aged to the rest of the world)– how I missed the smell of Sue and Carlos
and the incense they lit unironically every Friday; how I missed Julian playing the guitar,
and Maricel banging the door everytime she cheated on the lonesome musician wannabe;
how I missed Tennis, Ember, Wheels, Lori, and all the other crazies I planned on writing about; ...Read more
you spent an entire four months in an apartment ten stories high, /
living on the eight / floor, / surviving on cheap / noodle sticks and beer /
and cigarettes and / knock-off biscuits /
the elevator / was broken, so most of the time / you had to climb up and bring up /
your own furniture / 'til you started giving up /
on comforts like a good sofa / and new flat-screens, /
and your neighbors, they were no friends /
of yours, / you didn't offer any introduction /
they had lives built before you became /
a sorry tenant, a busy tenant / just another, just another /
so many had lived and ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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