i miss dollar pizza & the loosie spots (even tho ion buy cigs anymore) and turning around when i hear a skateboard because its a pretty good chance ill see a friend . sometimes its jus ppl rolling suitcases and i hope they are leaving
is this a Poem
To this day I still find it completely mystifying when I start to think about the ways in which I wrench
In to my self
When I step outside and crane my neck up at the depthless black of sky and feel that interminable
Shift
Head clouds over and eyes stop their searching
(For riverwater)
Locking me into my cavitychest & the holdingon so white the spots start embering
I didn’t know I had that strength
But as I deprive my body continually & feed it the toxins to kindle My Very Own Disintegration I find it
Growing stronger still, more furious still
Still an unrelenting knot of straining metal cords pitted
Intertwining and propelling this boulder of turbulence
Wishing I knew Swedish so I could’ve retained those safety precaution pleadings when I
Plugged my ears and decided to test the efficacy of my instincts
I’ll never fasten my own mask first
Just dive and gorge myself on the throbbing of life around me
Today the moon looked like a blood clot but the clouds stretched their great bodies across the entire
Mass and made love for hours
Perhaps my body turned to nature and clouded me over
In face of my great, angry mess of red
