It's been just wild since midsummer. I haven't even really been posting like I used to. Sometimes life gets hectic - and so fucking interesting. These past few months, man. I can't even wrap my head around them. Plus my book's coming out this month, and on top of that I'm covering mad events for FTB. Shit is crazy. And we did do this dawn mission to an abandoned hooker motel. I've come to a much finer balance within myself, climbed the mountain and come to a deeper understanding of love; whatever that means. Here are some pieces from my new long poem which are comprised entirely of text messages. You know who you are - on some whole other shit rn...
So beautiful a blue rn
Should I walk to meet you
In the little park by the tracks
So many motel dreams
Mirrors on the ceiling?
Like bare white limbs and just going down
Some lucky pale thing
The fingers in the mouth
Just them socks
Artful, no? In my head
So fine an operation
So conflicted rn hahahaha
Everyone there was d
I’m almost home I had to bail on that
Thinking about the full length mirror
I love the fall
Saw a chain of dried lantern flowers
I’m looking at wigs
Slamming mad fantasy type
Which one is your favorite?
There’s a dark bob I’d like to scissor
Got the lanyard, too many peeps
Should I bring my items?
I thought an annotation
Belle Pro in a sketchy hood type
At Lionel Groulx
Love that there’s a signal there
Spanish guitar maybe