On the golden coast lives un homme who I have never met naked, cutting paper windows I’m on my boat collecting shreds and scraps to fill the holes in my paper boat 黄金的彼岸 有一个从未谋面的人 赤裸着身躯 […]
Ugliness is beautyUsefulness is futilePettiness is petty
I like many things long implict things and short explicit things though some bus rides i might never survive
In between impulse-driven honoring and the tacky enshrinement of small wonders, between scintillating revisits of my crackling, walled up fireball life engine, leaving with beautifully burning embers in the monochrome drag…in between the whistling and rumbling of trolley train outside my third story apartment… where in between 35% and 97% have you fallen in love? you asked in between the train rumbles.
My heart held a funeral for youwhen I wasn’t lookingWithin the whistling, overgrown garden of trees of eyes and I close my eyes one by one by oneto not see your pained pacing back and […]
I’d like to wear a yellow shirt not spandex just cotton I’ll be wearing a fuscha lip color a color like not like I will be holding a bat not a gun smashing the stage […]
Pitter-patter Fallen, wet souls Tapping my shoulder Screaming my name on the window Who’s out there howling, Slowly turning insane?
Division, direction, locality of particles between the world and me. Specifically, Top: containment of hope-churning grey matter. Center: throbbing red solid sensing magnitudes beyond its size. Bottom: appendage, vehicle of particulate movement.