Knights Inn

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

KNIGHTS INN

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