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perfection is a death
eleventh move in nine years and with every box filled there's archaeology; odd loops and overlaps, late nights sifting through cowbones and old slides. goldfish memory, this drifter resurfacing for another round... dropping into shapeshift as easily as i ever have and watching the drag weight fall. noticing streamline in the design of traffic layout and camping equipment, wanting to cut my hair and burn everything that's here. thinking much about s, who would smash every dish in the house on new year's day and invite us over to join in. thinking about dropping my contact lens on the floor of the greyhound bathroom in san antonio. thinking of sticking my thumb out on a crumbly grey overpass in new orleans.
i've lived so many lives before this one, and will go on to so many more.
endless trips south and back, making new family and catching up with old... ran into m on the boardwalk with a bagged forty and the sleeves hacked off a tuxedo shirt, the three of us in animal costume riding the fireball and talking about the best way to make an acetylene bomb. finishing up the store at a blazing rate in between, and only half-kidding when i said i should bring a sleeping bag... over three-figure-a-plate dinner my boss says she doesn't know what's going to happen to the business and it's hard to bite my tongue. my pop was here for a while and we drank a lot of beer; there's about to be a death in the family and i'm waiting for a phone call.
had the car late yesterday and made my way to the bulb on the trip up...
sitting and listening to the trains, closing my eyes on eating homegrown caps and wandering in the tall grass way back when.
my chest follows that sound in the same way as the angelic pitch of an interstate about a quarter-mile off.
twice i dreamed that you were due on the winter solstice, and once was shown the repetition in cobwebs.
bet on the winning horse in the derby, walking away in a wide hat with a fifty-dollar kitty and infinity on end... heading to a potluck brunch one morning and saw the double-happiness glyph you gave me so long ago, in giant red and yellow neon at a garage sale. this was the second time they'd had it out; twenty bucks later i was carrying it home and ten steps more met with a markered piece of paper on the ground admonishing “you should have done it the first time”.
barred from the asian art museum over the WWI blade in my bag
cobra-colored at a sunday afternoon peep show
attuned my housemate before she's left town
rainy memory of ley hunting in ireland
working on some rather large ink for t...
appointment with henry cancelled after they double-booked someone else with my same name.... enough oddity to be paying attention; what lines up and doesn't seems rollingly apparent lately. feeling in the business of shutting up and hanging on for the ride.
making sleep mixes off recordings of sonoran desert toads; dominant frequency of 1135 cycles/second and somewhere between awake and asleep 5meo-dmt is talking to the mammalian brain about sound and pattern and psychoactive... into a cab the other day and an odd ping with the woman driving; kind eyes, two poli-sci degrees, and found we were born in the same small hospital, forty years apart and two thousand miles from here in a town no one's ever heard of. wandered into a shop where it was explained that the idea behind phi ta khon was an odd homeopathy, to afford protection from the things that tail you by becoming them.
a whole string of phone calls and plans left to tend to, and amf in two weeks...
cleaning house
smoking on the roof of school as we have for years
shine without form
shine without form
eleventh move in nine years and with every box filled there's archaeology; odd loops and overlaps, late nights sifting through cowbones and old slides. goldfish memory, this drifter resurfacing for another round... dropping into shapeshift as easily as i ever have and watching the drag weight fall. noticing streamline in the design of traffic layout and camping equipment, wanting to cut my hair and burn everything that's here. thinking much about s, who would smash every dish in the house on new year's day and invite us over to join in. thinking about dropping my contact lens on the floor of the greyhound bathroom in san antonio. thinking of sticking my thumb out on a crumbly grey overpass in new orleans.
i've lived so many lives before this one, and will go on to so many more.
endless trips south and back, making new family and catching up with old... ran into m on the boardwalk with a bagged forty and the sleeves hacked off a tuxedo shirt, the three of us in animal costume riding the fireball and talking about the best way to make an acetylene bomb. finishing up the store at a blazing rate in between, and only half-kidding when i said i should bring a sleeping bag... over three-figure-a-plate dinner my boss says she doesn't know what's going to happen to the business and it's hard to bite my tongue. my pop was here for a while and we drank a lot of beer; there's about to be a death in the family and i'm waiting for a phone call.
had the car late yesterday and made my way to the bulb on the trip up...
sitting and listening to the trains, closing my eyes on eating homegrown caps and wandering in the tall grass way back when.
my chest follows that sound in the same way as the angelic pitch of an interstate about a quarter-mile off.
twice i dreamed that you were due on the winter solstice, and once was shown the repetition in cobwebs.
bet on the winning horse in the derby, walking away in a wide hat with a fifty-dollar kitty and infinity on end... heading to a potluck brunch one morning and saw the double-happiness glyph you gave me so long ago, in giant red and yellow neon at a garage sale. this was the second time they'd had it out; twenty bucks later i was carrying it home and ten steps more met with a markered piece of paper on the ground admonishing “you should have done it the first time”.
barred from the asian art museum over the WWI blade in my bag
cobra-colored at a sunday afternoon peep show
attuned my housemate before she's left town
rainy memory of ley hunting in ireland
working on some rather large ink for t...
appointment with henry cancelled after they double-booked someone else with my same name.... enough oddity to be paying attention; what lines up and doesn't seems rollingly apparent lately. feeling in the business of shutting up and hanging on for the ride.
making sleep mixes off recordings of sonoran desert toads; dominant frequency of 1135 cycles/second and somewhere between awake and asleep 5meo-dmt is talking to the mammalian brain about sound and pattern and psychoactive... into a cab the other day and an odd ping with the woman driving; kind eyes, two poli-sci degrees, and found we were born in the same small hospital, forty years apart and two thousand miles from here in a town no one's ever heard of. wandered into a shop where it was explained that the idea behind phi ta khon was an odd homeopathy, to afford protection from the things that tail you by becoming them.
a whole string of phone calls and plans left to tend to, and amf in two weeks...
cleaning house
smoking on the roof of school as we have for years
shine without form
shine without form