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Monthly Archives: August 2015
The Body
The body has acquired an extended life, floating down the newly created Venetian canals of New Orleans, almost lazy in disposition, face up like a tourist, gaping at the beaded verandas and abandoned terraces of a moratorium Mardi Gras. The … Continue reading
OLD PUNK ROCKERS NEVER DIE AND I WISH THEY WOULD
This evening I took the redline into DTLA at the invite of a friend. From the moment I walked in she was on her cell phone. Whatever. I don’t care. I’m tired at staring at my four walls so I … Continue reading
Hello
Hello, another funeral, another trip home. When the clouds part and the plane dips north to south, like it always does, I see that shoreline creeping over to that crooked finger in the distance. I have to steel myself and … Continue reading
Six Faces
I live in a miasma of ashes and the haze of Southern Comfort, speaking molasses, stuck in sorghum, and the only sweetness in this life was watching her smoke Newport Lights out of the hexahedron. The tiled table top holds … Continue reading
The One I Love
Don’t bite I said biting is base she turned her back to me sat on side of bed kicked her legs out tiny tantrum channel on MTV changed got louder she hummed a song she liked sang she half-knew the … Continue reading
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