franz. city ave. noseblunt.

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flea market day

But you bound out of bed
just the same, amigo, you dance
across wide open spaces.

bar light bar bright

Here my assurance drops away.
I lose all direction.

caught!

We are approaching
the third and final phase, this
is the last excercise.
I settle down,
far down into the covers.

wheelies and songs

They are still waiting,
fright splashed on their faces,
as they meet my new eyes for the first time.

gymnastics trials

as if to prophesy. Your lips tremble...
I want to say to hell with the future.

DUI

Any minute now, something will happen.

gymnastics trials practice

Your eyes film. You turn from me and look across
the rooftops at the sea. Even the flies are still.

morning at fdr

I don't know what you call this trick. Front-handed crail?




under the moon, across the snow, leaving
no prints or spoor, nothing behind.
The mind is sick tonight.

gymnasts on broad street

Promises, promises,
tell them nothing
for my sake.

caves, koozies, and weed water

how can I ever get back to that
other life? I keep my eyes
on the stars, wave to them
with my feelers. I hold on

bunk beds and waterfalls

Today, my heart, like the front door,
stands open for the first time in months.

outside the cabin

I still wanted to give up
friends, love, starry skies,
for a house where no one
was home, no one coming back,
and all i could drink.

camp trip (mini-cam)

We do not have any place in mind to go,
we are just driving.
If I closed my eyes for a minute
I would be lost, yet
I could gladly lie down and sleep forever
beside this road.

zoobilee

For work last night I had to combine two of my least favorite things: society events and zoos.






we're alone most of the time these days
jill used to come round
but she went away

more heat wave coverage

My dreams are haunted by armies
armies of ghosts
Faces too blurry to make out
Numbers far too high to measure

hams

and then the static roared again
it was hungry for blood