Davis

she’ll be 70 this year: in concrete and arithmetic. we need a porch, some metal for the roof [hail storms that could kill] garden is 4 years in the wings; i’m not on good time – 9 months until Dec. but something’ll feed the ducks this winter – something always does. How do you get … Read moreDavis

hope

well you know what? I’m fucking tired – you with guns and women and all the coke to keep me awake for 100 years; fuck you – I’m too tired tonight to battle the wisdom of Ape men investing in brawn and muscle long after John Henry has died. No, tonight I will watch out … Read morehope

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is it true, that at this morning hour the wives all go to sleep and the children crying pause while their fathers slip into silk? is it true, that when I leave my body you will be there to wrap me in the soft tears of grief before sending me across the water? there are … Read moreuntitled #312

dangle

dangle, with a shame so shallow it redeems a broken soul, lost; if only for the intensity of the statement, stark white against a backdrop of a life lived in black. dream, to an arched nose so delicate, it perches on endangerment; An orchid in the midst of humans radiating my dream back to me.

Monday; Vacation

got onto an airplane to go away i thought I might be alive but the dreams came and went and found the same there, as it is everywhere. i lit a candle on the plane to stave the evil spirits off – but we all faked love for the sake of convenience ;;; CONTRADICTIONS ;;; … Read moreMonday; Vacation

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