over and over

every single day
i thank god for bathrooms
because
i can lock myself in
them.

in the dog-days
of august,
i
think about
a particular
old
winter scarf
i used to own,

and wish lingeringly
that i still
had it.

i think
i'd like
to listen to
crimson and clover
on repeat
for about twelve hours
straight,
while lying in bed.

i've
been living off
fortune cookies
for
too many days now, and

i just honestly
don't think

i can bear

to listen to one more person
talk about the weather.

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pink blow

everybody's
fucking
everyone else,
and no one cares.
there's pink cocaine
a
heartbeat elixer
on tongues
in noses
dropped
in
messy make-up bags,
bits of perfect snow
falling on lipsticks
and mingling with
darkeye (shadows)
.
tragically beautiful bombshells
threesome
two(some)
foursome
more.some.
always
more cuz
nobody can stop.
vegas, cabo mexico. dirty
dollars,
bathroom toilets.
i
remember
golden nights
when
we used to bleed
blood champagne.

where did  all the
sparkle go?

it's okay,
just
get in your car and
drive home like it never
happened

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t cup

we fell in
love in a teacup
in the rain in
the iris
of hollywood.

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goodnight, girl scout

those late may
LA
purple petals
fly off the windshield
up
the hollywood hills
as i run away
hiding
from you,
fucked-up beauty.
crazy golden wild-eyed,
a dangerous stark-white
ballerina.
a brilliant mind
like harps and chimes,
a buddha-baby
little kansas star
who followed the dead, the high, the rush, the thrill
and you're
slutty (like we all are)
and we both know
there's too much fire
here.
hands graze
inside skirts
pass
up a thigh
down
glistening backs,
so i drive home
without
blowsmokesdrinkskicks.
i know
you'll call and call and call
and
i won't answer
i'm
way too in love to
play this game
but i'll think of you
glowing through the window.

goodnight, girl scout.

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thought bubbles

she told me
she doesn't remember
his toes
anymore.
maybe next year,
she'll forget his hands
(lips, eyes, scent)
and then

one day,
just an empty thought bubble
where she used to see
his face.

we'd be chaos,
me and you.

your legs are long
i want to lay with you
sweep me up, i'll
never see you again

and if i kiss you,

this changes everything

this


changes. 




everything.
                                                                  
                        
                                                                                                          

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one year later.

i think
i'm bleeding
the last remnants of you
out.

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glue

always moving
drug, drug.
vowing not

to be messy
again.

bits and pieces,
books and hair

you're so fucking beautiful

sad eyes
redbrite lips,

field hippies
beauty-queens
make a paper-doll
for me.

i'm leaving

the world,
the man

the doubt of me.

i wanna be

peterpanforever,

but
how many
MOREtimes
will i elmer's glue my love-mark
across your back,

and then
scrape off
all the fucked-up bits?

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tomato soup

santa ana winds
are blowin'
fires
on the ocean,

while i sit
inside a book
eating tomato soup
in hollywood

ever since you met me,
i've been leaving.

all this

stupid
sunshine

burning my skin
at the edges,
making it curl
up

blister.
crack
off

into
jagged

dusty
bits.

somebody
pulled down
a screen

with fake palm trees
painted flowers,

an insipid blue
sky

and mountains
looming over,

trapping
us here
in a sticky sweet
sugar town
of silver dreams.

i love you,
but only when
the music's
on.

give me
pine trees
and star-
studded
skies,

burning leaves

black squirrels

cornfields.
and walks
in the lane.

i'm thristy
for your face
and

i want the way
she looks at you,
the way
her voice changes
when you walk
in the room.

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all the picture frames

we made letters
with our bodies
before we grew up.
i have hearts
sewn on my wrist
like a rag-doll,
stitched.

you need fire
i need air
i float,
float

we're knocking
all the picture frames
off the walls,

will you
save my words
all-the-way
to january?

i'll move away
i'll
live on a boat

i'm wearing blue
rain-boots now
i'm almost
swimming

rolling black-outs,
naked on the front porch

thislove
a
dangerous
dangerous
game
.

i'm wearing
your dreams
now
i see them
like liquid

you can't sleep
without a kiss,
you are something
so much better

than this.

i'm curled up
in a ball now,
bliss.

bliss

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sketch book boy

i'm looking at
not even half of you,
the edge of your back.
outlined
always in gray,
and mostly black.
dark jacket
funny hat
silver tea
kettle
on a tray

and

a m e r i c a n
s p i r i t
y e l l o w s,
s.
floatin
up.

wire glasses
sandyblonde. messy.
prettyeyesprettyboy,
drawing pictures
storyboards
other worlds,

in that little
book
of yours.

the frame
i see
is only
a fraction
of you.

you gave me a note


a year


ago


and it's still
in my jewelry
box.
we went for
exactly one walk,
and i let you
watch
my big secret.

you never
drew me
we never touched.
in a minute,
i'll walk by

we won't even
say
hello

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