Aug 29, 2014
1 note

sodium

driving across the great salt lake
through morning haze
it strikes you that nobody is special
& how liberating that is

the mounds of salt
cocaine-white & piled high
as an apartment building
remnants of an ancient ocean
expertly tucked into single-serve packets
of plastic silverware
hidden in soft drinks
& ingested with french fries
so innocuously

a cop by the side of the road
just standing
never seen the clouds so low
or the desert so green
& this is nothing special either

aug 2014

Jun 27, 2014
0 notes

“he took his sister from his head and then painted her on the sheets
then rolled her up in grass and trees and they kissed ‘til they were dead”

                    -Pixies, “The Holiday Song”

Apr 3, 2014
2 notes

thurs.

the shape of
a cat dying
in the gutter
its eyes huge
w/stained-glass
pupils
& i was glad
it wasn’t snowing
anymore

april 2014

Feb 12, 2014
2 notes

days dark
as february
[they open & shut so

succinctly]

exacting fortitude
& molten dawns
as capillaries swell & fade

& swell & fade
as tides [& dawn
& menses
obviously]
just remain

endless

feb 2014

Jan 2, 2014
2 notes
jan  2 2014

jan  2 2014

Dec 5, 2013
1 note

bowls of soup & suicide pacts

Nov 10, 2013
4 notes

the angle at which certain turns of phrase
hit his eardrums
and ignite his lovely mind.

i am not comforted by forgetting
or by beginning

feb 2012

Nov 2, 2013
3 notes

california poppies

remember those times
before the dark
& after it
when we were old
enough
(& how
the orange blooms
would snap shut
as the sun went
down)?

remember
remembering?
how nice it was
how black & white
to be a collection
of synapses
upon a dirty
mattress?

nov 2013

Oct 25, 2013
3 notes

punctuation

no one ever told you
your old best friend
was schizophrenic
as they watched
each other play
video games
to the sound of
ancient electronic
egyptian music
or some approximation
of it
anyway.

Sep 16, 2013
7 notes

ocean

somebody fill this white space
somebody anchor my white noise
chalk bones & ivory & agate
all strong & fading & smuggled
the body is contraband
she shimmers
    (o how i wish
    to shimmer like that)
pale & drunk like a mermaid
on the blood of sailors

september 2013

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