Saturday, November 20, 2010

Love

you won best tweet of 2010
i won
laying in shit
shit piles

you went on a helicopter ride
i went on a bike ride
and fell in the rain
probably into a shit pile

you made salads
i threw up in the bowls
smelled like shit

im sure you won best face of 2010 too
your parents birthed the shit out of you

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deer prudence
a car hit the shit out of you
im boiling onions
in your memory

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oh yes that pizza is good
im making my own
i put corn on it

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what did i eat
are they trying to poison me
overbearing paranoia
step one
stop looking over my shoulder

what did i eat
i feel like shit

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this song sparked
coney island
and power plants
why these dismal white structures?

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on the toilet
i imagined my piss
a rocket ship
to take me to outer space
and beyond

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why does this song remind me of
looking at pictures with my father
perhaps both
sounds were the same
floating down Acheron
Playland
the L and A blink
winking, like a whore
at a sailor

I like old
women that come
to these places
drink coffee
leave lipstick
coral, firetruck, maroon
on cups

they wear pearls
like they're going
somewhere

crunching noises

the dogs are barking.
it seems they are always barking.

we scorn them
for jumping at shadows
with that clouded
look in the eye
teeth bared

--we nervously correct them
because it is terrifying to think
there is actually
something there.

"There is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza." -Daria Morgendorffer


Erik put my order in the oven at 8:06PM

ordering domino's pizza online really thrills me. Erik began to prepare my pizza at 8:04PM

Without you.

Without you I am like
Kanye
with no Beyonce

Yo everyone EVERYONE
I am really happy for you all
and I'ma let you finish
but

but

at 4:40 a.m. I had hallucinations
that every time you kissed me the world
burned a different color

I rolled over and played morning music
it was 7:21 a.m. and you were
laying there saying you had slept a hardy
30 minutes
and I thought I have turned you into something beautiful
you usual long-night rester leaving me to my neuroticism
post-10 p.m.

lounging in bed
we agreed that certainly every day should start
this way

Lovely, don't be terrified of me
I've barely had time to trickle down into
your palms from your brain
your finger prints don't quite scream
I HAVE LOST CONTROL
just yet

we are still two distinct planets
I orbit you you orbit me

Serenade

more stuck on youuuu
than a stuuuuck zipper

madder about youuuu
than a baaaaad tipper

got me feelin so coooool
like a claaaass skipper

youre a hipster girrrrl
but I’m a lil bit hipper

yellnafintohere

they will play
night at the jetty by panda bear at my funeral

where the song goes-lalalala-that's when my arms will open up to the sky-or shall I say-FIRMAMENT-or arch- or vault

at my funeral, you will get candy-melt in your mouth snickers-snickers everywhere-you'll taste the sugar sweet carmel-like dusk rolling in-nuts-whatever the nougat is made of

WIPE YOUR MOUTH~

it's closed casket so don't bother with your camera - all you get are little brown pictures out the back anyway

bury me on an emerald isle-out by New Jersey-where the fog runs into the sand-where you can run run run run run to see the coast crashing-and little flags marking the air-my first memory

shrinkage

we have resumed our session
on a twin xl covered in ashes
and roaches and pecan pie crumbs
the medication needed to be refilled
and an argument was presented
in a room of cheap perfume sex
we resumed our session via live
video feed on the internet, with
12 participants, I trolled them
relentlessly and without mercy
with french music in yellow
headphones and a piece of foil
between my lips old fashioned
analysis, lick the salt licks, yes
my mother told me once that it
couldn't hurt my little white <3

Haiku - On Decision Making

I have big hair to
hide the fact that I don't use
my brain as I ought